As she made it onto the new lane the sun sparkled off the ground below her slit hooves. Squinting slightly she pressed her medal to the metal stretching her legs out to carefully grab at the reflective surface. Shoving her small body over the ground the young doe dove up what was left of the mountain trying not to look at the mirror like ground below her. She was sure if she looked to long at herself in the glossy ground she would not be able to move without double guessing her instincts. Bounding forward she spotted another ring and dove through it landing nimbly on the other side and continuing on her way up. She kept her leaping pace determined to reach the very point of the mountain.
"Arrogant Lingo" 'Pompous Musings'
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Notes: Right!