The wet tips of my hair spelled out more words on the floor: Toggle Hiccup Cornucopia “My brain’s feeling crazy today,” I sighed. “My brain always feels crazy,” Jewell laughed. She tilted my face up and looked at my bangs to make sure they were even. Aunt Cleo had trimmed my bangs a few days ago, but she’d used her crafting scissors. Mama was not pleased with the outcome. “That is so much better.” Jewell nodded. “Your eyes are too pretty to keep covered up. There’s a whole world of good to see that you might miss hiding behind your hair. And! This way you’ll be able to look everybody in the eye when you duel.” “Yep.” I gulped. “Jonah says you’re pretty nervous about tomorrow.” I looked through the window into Jewell’s mechanic shop, where Jonah was sitting at a long table, helping Harriet Bond clean the tools. I didn’t mind that he’d told his mom how nervous I was. Jewell Pickett would have figured me out anyway. Jonah’d warned me that she could massage the secrets right out of a person’s scalp.
