"Hey, I have an idea!"
Isabella perked her head up, wondering what I was about to say.
"What kind of idea is it?"
"Well, first, have you ever been atop the buisness building downtown?"
She had a quizzical look in her eye.
"Well then, I bet you never knew that a Griffin lives up there."
Her eyes widened.
"Yeah, I'll show you."
We both got up and began walking. Malachite turned invisible again, and Herity became small and flew to Isabella's shoulder.