A half an hour later, Ishmael rode up at a gallop. I smiled at how irritated he looked.
He jumped from the saddle and strode over to me.
"We were supposed to talk this morning. I waited for an hour!" He snarled.
I shrugged, "I have nothing to talk about with a lying, manipulative jerk."
"We were going to tell you eventually. We just-"
I raised my hand to cut him off, "Now is not the time." I said, "Lord Glade is currently trying to wrangle that Fire Cat by himself."
There was a loud boom from the top of the rise. Looking up, I saw black rock and broken tree limbs exploding around a white-gold barrier.
Ishmael growled and began stomping away, leaving his horse to wander alongside mine and Lord Glade's.
"Wait!" I called, "You forgot-"
"We WILL talk later, Kylara, but you're right now is not the time." Ishmael said offhandedly as he made his way up the sloping rise.
