The last hoop is a leap and a bound in front of her, yet with the strong winds, it feels like forever away. She pins her ears back, trying to keep the raging wind out of her small ears. It becomes quieter with her ears flat against her neck. She has the ability to focus on the hoop, ignoring the sounds of the other horses. With determination in her eyes, she continues onwards, forgetting about the crazy Lace that runs with her, or the dragon and black stallion, she even forgets about her job to recruit. The thought of herself recruiting even seems to slip mind as she aims herself at the hoop. Oh, how she wishes she could be graced with wings, it would be easy to surge forwards, towards the hoop. Would her large wings even fit through the equines' hoop? Would she have to fold feathered appendages to fit through? She had caught a glimpse of the pegasus race, it she knows she would have been very worried if she had been turned into a platypus and frogs were rained on her.
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