Page 116 of Nightbane
The water became clearer and clearer, the medicine dissolving, until Isla crossed her legs, pressed them to her chest, and looked away when Grim did no such thing.
Isla was still looking away as she heard him stand, the water scattering just like anything in Grim’s path always did, and he left.
ARMOR
It was time to have armor made for Lynx. She had practiced riding him in the forest, up hills, down steep cliffsides. With every session, his disdain for her dimmed, little by little. He almost seemed pleased that she was now able to stay tethered to him, no matter how fast he ran.
“See?” she had told him the last time. “I can hold on now.”
He had promptly taken a hard turn, which had her falling straight into a stream.
As long as he wasn’t intentionally trying to throw her off, she felt confident she could bring him into battle.
Wren was training with the other Wildling warriors when she found her.
“I want to have armor made for him,” Isla explained. “I was hoping to get your advice on what that would look like.”
Wren frowned. “You don’t need to have it made,” she said.
“I—”
“Lynx already has armor.”
Isla slowly turned to look at the leopard, and he just blinked at her.
“He does?”
Wren nodded. The light in her expression suddenly dimmed. “He fought bravely. With ... your mother.”
“Fought who?” she asked, bewildered.
The Wildling smiled. “It’s quite a story. I would be happy to tell it to you.”
She wanted to hear it more than anything ... but not now. Not when every hour mattered. Less than a week remained before the battle. “Another time, I would be very grateful to hear it,” she said. “Do you know where the armor is?”
Wren led her to a store of weaponry. There were dozens of swords, sets of armor, and shields. In the very back were enormous sheets of metal that could only fit a very specific, easily annoyed creature.
Isla had to focus for several seconds before she was able to shakily use her Starling energy to move the armor onto Lynx. It included iron plates down his sides and around his front and neck. It even had small holes for his pointed ears and a place for her to sit. Wren helped her put the piece together, and once they were finished, Isla took a step back.
“Don’t you look menacing,” she said.
Lynx made a sound of approval. He seemed to like being back in his armor. He lowered his head, motioning for her to get on his back, and she did.
“Thank you!” she told Wren, as Lynx took off.
He raced out of the structure, into the forest. Isla gripped the strange saddle, finding it made holding on infinitely easier.
She bent her head down low as they shot through the brush. The first few times, she had felt afraid of being so high up, but now she felt safe. Protected.
Lynx slowed in the middle of a clearing. He bent his head, his silent request for her to jump off. She did.
There was nothing around. What did he want to show her?
Usually, Lynx would have straightened by now, but his head was still bent. She touched between his eyes, silently asking what he wanted, and went rigid.
Her sight was taken away. No—replaced. She was in the same clearing, but it looked different. There were more trees. The grass looked healthier.
There was a girl. Her? It looked just like her. But she didn’t have those clothes ... she didn’t often walk with her hands on her hips.
