𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕥𝕫𝕦 ~ L. Garmadon

16: The Constrictai

"I win!" Lloyd grinned, helping Lyra off the floor. A spark of heat ran through his hand as it connected with hers.

Lyra ripped her blindfold off, scowling. "That was a dirty move."

"It's not like I haven't used it before," he pointed out, letting go of her hand. "Just yesterday I won because of it, too."

It'd been a week since Lyra moved in. They'd quickly fallen into a routine of eating breakfast (usually Froot Loops) together, training their powers, eating lunch with the ninja and Nya (usually something Zane whipped up), training their combat and strategies, having supper (generally with everybody), then playing a game and going to bed. Lloyd had to admit he enjoyed his time with Lyra, and he dreaded the quickly-approaching weekend. The first weekend of the month, to be exact.

Why did he dread it? Because the first weekend of every month was the time for the ninja to train in complete solitude, with no distractions from video games, social media, or even the other ninja. For a reason Lloyd didn't quite understand, he didn't want to go even two days without seeing Lyra again.

It didn't help when he thought of how confused she'd be when she tried to train on her own, as Sensei Wu gave them no guidance during their Isolated Training. He never even explained how to train properly. He just gave them a rough schedule to follow and, on Monday, demanded to know their progress.

Lloyd already didn't like having to be alone for that long, but not being able to talk to his newest friend made the entire situation even worse than before, for some reason.

"Lloyd?" Lyra's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "You okay?"

Lloyd looked up, making eye contact with her.

He was once again reminded of the sheer beauty her eyes held. Lloyd wondered if she knew how many different shades they could turn, depending on her mood. When she was happy, they were a bright sky blue. When she was sad, they were more dull and gray, similar to the ocean. If she felt anxious or scared, they'd take on a faint indigo shade. The few times he'd seen her angry, they were a frighteningly intense royal blue tint. Her eyes were a glimpse into her very soul, yet he seemed to be the only one to take note of their enchanting effects.

No matter her emotions, though, they always glittered like gemstones. The prettiest gems ever created, in fact. Lloyd had gotten stuck staring into them many times, though Lyra thankfully never seemed to notice. The way they glinted in the light drew him in, then he was frozen in place as if her eyes had the power to turn his veins to cement.

Lloyd didn't mind, though. Her eyes were as breathtaking as they were dangerous, so he was perfectly fine with being oblivious to the happenings around him as long as he could gaze into them forever.

"Lloyd?" Lyra repeated.

Lloyd squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. When he opened them, Lyra was staring at him with evident concern.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just...a bit dizzy," he lied.

There's no way she'll believe that. Lloyd cursed himself. Should've thought of something better. Lyra's too smart for that.

"I don't believe you," Lyra stated bluntly, proving his prediction right. "You're never dizzy after just two rounds of sparring. What's up?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow. The first one of September." He sighed and laid down on the ground.

"What's wrong with that?" Lyra looked extremely tall from Lloyd's perspective as she peered down at him.

"Isolated Training," he reminded her. At her blank look, Lloyd frowned. "Did Sensei Wu not tell you?"