Turtle Island [NaWOWriMo] Of Metal and Magic

In times of great stress and confusion, you need someone, who tells you calmly, what to do now. And a weasel with an ego the size of an elefant does well for this purpose as anyone else. Wraen had been so consumed by fear that she had not given much thought of, whether there was an "OUT" of this very off and unusual place. She cast her glance back and forth the length of the metal corridor, until she spotted a semi-transculent and reflective surface. High above both of them. But - maybe...

"Climb on my back," she told Nynka, leaning down so that the weasel had an easy access to her new mode of transport to be. "I saw something there," she beckoned in the direction of the place she had spotted. "I will get on my hind-paws and it should be enough for you to climb on the margin of it and have a look from above," she explained her plan and shortly after went to the realization. Nynka was within paw's reach from a windowsill.