Think about the words, one line at a time. Alive but no breath—something that doesn’t breathe? Something cold but alive. Not thirsty but always drinks. A flower? No breathing but they require air—alive but cold and drinks. Did a flower get thirsty? Possibly. And what about the mail? Armor? Plants didn’t have armor. Think, think, think, Morgan. It’s a riddle, it won’t be obvious. You must be clever. The armor seemed to be the key. Dragons, insects, armadillos, all types of sea creatures … what else had armor? Did I need to think more abstractly? No, the thing was alive, not an abstract concept. My eyes danced around the room, unseeing until they landed on my father. Standing stately beside the fire, he clasped his hands behind his back, clad in his leather armor. Then it hit me. The answer.
