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08-11-2014, 01:41 AM
The ground decided not to behave as she slipped through the hoop. The ground she feared would fall to the ground disappeared and she shot the talking turtle an uncertain look. Lace's damn plant magic had made her fall behind. Lace should not have plant magic. He had trapped her in the Rotunda and now he trips her. What's going to be next? Clouds appeared. They were set up like a series of steps that one had to navigate. She hesitantly jumped on the first cloud, confused as to how it was holding her. Way down below her was the ground in which she would fall to if she messed up, so she became extra careful.
Seeing that she is in the same spot as two stallions, determination lights up in her. To move up one space would be a blessing. If she loses one space, it'd be unfortunate but not terrible. Winning isn't everything and her moment of cockiness is gone with the wind (like Lace's heart). Once landing firmly on the cloud, she gallops about three steps then leaps to the next, careful not fail. She continues this process, hoping each new cloud will hold her like the last. Each cloud is basically the same as the last, yet each new cloud could mean her death. She is unaware that the ground will reappear if she falls. For now, she just assumes she will die if she trips off the puffy white cloud. She begins to worry, and breathes deeply ti calm down. [i]They won't let you die. Get a grip on yourself!]/i] She mentally shouts. She must be brave.
Seeing that she is in the same spot as two stallions, determination lights up in her. To move up one space would be a blessing. If she loses one space, it'd be unfortunate but not terrible. Winning isn't everything and her moment of cockiness is gone with the wind (like Lace's heart). Once landing firmly on the cloud, she gallops about three steps then leaps to the next, careful not fail. She continues this process, hoping each new cloud will hold her like the last. Each cloud is basically the same as the last, yet each new cloud could mean her death. She is unaware that the ground will reappear if she falls. For now, she just assumes she will die if she trips off the puffy white cloud. She begins to worry, and breathes deeply ti calm down. [i]They won't let you die. Get a grip on yourself!]/i] She mentally shouts. She must be brave.
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