She went down to the bottom of the hill towards the unicorn.

She tries to get onto its shoulder, where shes at less risk of falling off.

So far so good. Rowan hasn't noticed yet.

A piercing wail rent the air above them, and the shadow of the wyvern passed overhead. The unicorn jumped, flattening its ears, trembling with the effort not to bolt.

She clambers onto its back, headed towards Rowan while trying to not let the wind knock her off.

She glanced up at the wyvern, then moved quicker towards the unicorn.

Rowan continues to be oblivious. The wyvern, however, flips upside down.

As soon as Lise was settled on its back, the unicorn made a fantastic leap over the rocks and landed at the edge of the icy field. For a moment, it hesitated, looking this way and that, trying to find an easier way in. A red-eyed hound sprang at them with a snarl, tongue lolling. The unicorn leaped nimbly aside, lashing out with its hooves. There was a crack and a yelp, and the hound fled into the mist on three legs.

Mab was on the far side. They were going to have to go through.

She grabs the side of its wing, clinging to it tightly.

She held on tightly to both the scepter and the unicorn, not wanting to fall or drop the scepter.

A bellow sounded behind them. The wyvern dove from the slope and glide toward the ground, straight for them, doing barrel rolls to attempt to dislodge Isiea. Rowan was on the wyverns back, sword drawn, his furious gaze fixed on Lise. With a desperate whinny, they plunged into the heart of the battle. The unicorn bounded through the chaos, dodging weapons, leaping over obstacles, moving with terrifying speed. Around them, Summer and Winter fey tore and slashed at each other, screaming in fury, pain and pure, joyful bloodlust. A pair of trolls pounded stone clubs into a swarm of goblins, their shoulders and backs bristling with spears. A trio of redcaps dragged a wailing sylph from the air, ignoring the razor edge of her dragonfly wings, and buried her under their stabbing knives. Seelie knights in green and gold armor clashed swords with Unseelie warriors, their movements so graceful it looked like they were dancing, but their unearthly beauty was twisted with hate. The roar of the wyvern sounded directly above them, and the unicorn leaped aside quickly. The wyverns hooked, grasping talons slammed into a dwarf, and the bearded man screamed as he was torn away and lifted into the air, struggling weakly. The wyvern soared upward, and it dropped the still struggling dwarf to the rocks below. Wheeling in a lazy circle, it came for them again. Lise's mount started weaving, a frantic, zigzag pattern that jostled her from side to side. The wyvern wavered in the air, confused, then dove with another chilling wail. Lise's nimble steed dodged once more, but this time the wyvern passed so close she couldve slapped its claws with the back of her hand.

She had to duck each time the wyvern dove for her. She wasn't sure if the unicorn could outrun the wyvern, or its claws.