Author's note Remember how there was a second main character I wonder what she has been up to? Early upload today I am to busy tomorrow to guarantee a post so Tuesday it is.
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Gigantic Optimism Chapter IX Super Gerudo Racing 64
"There you are, Karlovaa." Not quite a shout, the speaker still manages to amplify her voice to the extent that all in the bar can hear her. Plopping down beside her friend the muscular Gerudo woman waits for her usual glass of Noble pursuit. "It has been almost a week since you picked up Dorn and you owe me a thank you and a drink." Huffed the racer, her displeasure clear from the low pitch of her voice. Karlovaa smiles at the overwrought display she motions for the bartender and informs her she is paying for Vakta's beverage. She had meant to meet her friend and buy her the Gerudo city specialty drink a Noble pursuit their agreed upon fee for sand seal sitting but she had got distracted out on the sands. "The time trials are not that far off Vacta So I just camped out on the sands and practiced them, Dorn needs a strong hand you know." She offers this as an explanation for she had really been uncomfortable in the town after her trip and a stay in the desert had cured this feeling. Nothing like frigid desert nights to rekindle a love for the city.
"Wait then you have not heard the news, much like I have not heard about your trip" Pretending to drink deeply Vacta waits for her companion to talk knowing how much being reminded of a broken promise would annoy Karlovaa. "Ok Ok uh has anyone mentioned the funeral surely some tourists have mentioned it by now." She stopped briefly to wipe a nonexistent crumb off the table just to occupy her hands. "Yeah they mentioned a Gerudo mayor gave a speech was that true?"She lets the silence hang there in a deliberate attempt to rouse Vacta's curisosity then "That was no mirage Vacta, she is a daughter of a Tarrery towner and a Gerudo seamstress. Seems they both lived there together, It may be the first instance of cohabitation between a Sister and her husband I have heard of." Staring blankly into space Karlovaa imagined seeing her future mate every day. In the same mindset Vacta started the conversation anew after a few sips of her favorite drink. "Eh, That would get old I enjoy the company of my sisters too much seeing Grig only when I need some company is easier." Clearing her throat the bar patron continues, "Yet Lorrue told me of one other occasion when that happens a legend if it can be believed, states that a ranch long gone to ruin was run by descendants of such a pairing." Anticipating her cohort's next question Karlovaa spits out an answer "Finding a voe then worrying about the living arrangements is the more practical approach."
Here the two began to discuss the actual ceremony this requires a second drink for Vacta a stray mention of seeing some Zora causing a change of topic, by jogging the muddled thoughts of Vacta"The news that slipped my mind earlier was that the Zora have a new champion they picked a voe from Tarrey Town there should be a big ceremony the day after tomorrow to present him with a trainee version of the tunic." Realizing she might have met the new champion Karlovaa relates her meeting with Sidon "He said he had to go to Tarrey town I bet that big guy won no normal Zora stands a chance." "Ha" A skeptical laugh cuts her short "You always did like the tall ones you never bet on the smaller sandseal, besides the new voe is small it is one of the few details mentioned about him." Rising to her feet but, at such an angle several spectators wonder how she still stands. "I best pack up the tent Karlovuh." (never has an intoxicated person said the racer's name correctly.) Bestowing a hug that nearly toppled her friend she staggers out. Paying the tab the now reserved Gerudo departs homeward. Once inside her domicile Karlovaa enters a hall off the main corridor and opens a curtain concealing a small alcove in which are three items a Gerudo earing, a scrap of parchment, and her replica tunic these are her ancestral relics "Two for guidance and one for courage", this mantra is uttered every time she prays to the ancestors it reminds her how to formulate her petitions. One odd detail is a belonging of her father's most Gerudo do not remember their patriarchs yet she prayed to hers.
Next she grabbed two hydromelons and approaches Dorn's sand pit throwing the meal, to the happy sandseal. After playing with her pet she saddles the mammal and in a twinkle of an eye they are half way to the trial location. Gosi is there first the shorthaired racer trains unorthodoxly running the course slowly several times in every position, knowing this Karlovaa turns around "She just started if we wait till they finish it will be dark boy" Barking his agreement the albino set off for site b.
"That is why Gosi is the best the only reason she lost the Hyrule Champion Cup was due to not getting as many reps on the track as usual." Hearing no disagreement from Dorn the driver coasts towards the statues. Unlike the time trial site which is just outside Gerudo city the Seven statues are closer to the canyon than the city. While passing the bustling market oasis Karlovaa sees a sandseal she recognizes. Lorrue's sandseal is in a official racing harness, "Now that is odd, the regulations stipulates they are only to be used for actual events none are scheduled." As if reading her mind Dorn turns back to the Bazar for being in violation of a regulation could cause Lorrue to be banned mere day before the next event. Tying her prized sandseal up as tight as possible she wipes some sweat from her brow and is soon topping off her water canteen from the Oasis. , She walks by a tunic stall only there because today is market day, and impulsively buys a crimson tunic. Coincidentally a few weeks ago she had avoided the tunic as it would clash with her hair. Today she had noticed the fine material first and the color not at all. Straightening up while digging out the needed rupees she observes the explanation for the official harness Lorrue is talking up a handsome voe. Slowly she draws near to the couple ready to separate the pair, foreseeing this Lorrue mumbles an excuse "I have to... take. care of my Sandseal sav'orq" he slinks off hoping this sudden break in the fun is not an end to his outings with his lady friend. Skipping the customary greeting the disappointed vai looks at the ground but addresses her interrupter "This better be good he is the only one who listens to my discourses." " He should thank me then I prevented the famous long dreary one on the founding of the bazar at this oasis." "Actually, I was explaining why a matriarchal race has an armor reserved for male warriors," She shrugs awkwardly in mild embarrassment slightly ashamed by her love of history "No one should be forgotten, and neither should great deeds that is why I love it." Lorrue declares her former embarrassment ironically forgotten Utilizing the unorthodox sentiment as a segue Karlovaa makes use of the opportune moment, "You do have a pretty good memory so why did you forget a regulation?" "Just making use of a technicality to look my best." Blusters the guilty racer. Putting an arm on Karlovaa's shoulder she meekly leads her meddler to the pen. "Feast your eyes then you will no longer hunger for justice" mocks the trickster her hand in the air in the manner of an actor seeking audience applause. Finishing her inspection, the hawk nosed Gerudo grunts "Fine you reversed the pattern it only looks official from a distance but then why?" Receiving no answer, she ponders it scratching her nose, "Oh a Hylian would never know." Barely listening Lorrue is petting her racing animal "They always fall for it though it has only been a week. One or two might wonder why there is a race every day then it will be time to retire the bit. Where you headed Karlovaa? You are so seldom are in the bazar." "Out to the seven statues. You want to come with, we can race over there?" Replies the vai smiling as she lightly steps onto her shield the act of unhooking Dorn bringing forth the other racer's question.
Moments later the two were in a dead heat their beasts straining to the utmost enough sand pouring behind them that it could easily be mistaken for a small sandstorm. It was too much for Dorn, the albino had not properly recuperated from the trip to Kara Kara bazaar. Consequently, the two began lagging behind and Lorrue reached the site first. Panting hard the winner offers condolences, "It was a good try, you should have lost by a more significant amount." Taking turns, the two ran a time trial on the track near the giant seven statues of ancient Gerudo vai. Over the shorter distance and with the breaks for Lorrue to run the course Dorn performs better winning consistently. While preparing to head back Karlovaa waves to get Lorrue's attention cupping her hands she yells to the distant racer. "Do the statues look different to you." Once she came in Lorrue answers in the negative, "You have been gone too long they have been making repairs, though the workers have left early today they should be leaving now." unfurrowing her brow and uncapping her hands the now disinterested Gerudo dismisses the point "Worry about that later staying at the bazar tonight is more important." With a more measured pace the unlikely duo returns to Kara Kara.
Meanwhile Riju is looking at an untranslated manuscript with faded script, unfamiliar ruins, and hairline cracks on its surface. "Thank the ancestors the workers did not break it, who knew the statues had a secret compartment." The object consisted of seven tablets each one pulled from a corresponding statue. The only intelligible script (or at least that is what she was told by their language expert) was a note at the end "Original text copied for posterity in its original ancient Hylian by Boru the Gerudo historian during the time of the seven Gerudo Heroins. Translate the seven pieces and hear the ballad of the first Gerudo." "What is your advice Bacta? How should the royal family proceed?" This attempt at advice no longer phases the champion for Riju is constantly coming up with excuses to leave her in charge or weigh in on a subject. "Send our fastest couriers with our best squadron to Hyrule castle town to consult the queen the Hylian royal family keeps records of Hylian Dialects due to their sacredness to Hylia, though just because the records exist does not mean anyone is fluent i think the late Queen was the last fluent speaker." Sinking into her throne with satisfaction Grandmother Riju adds her input, "That is a wise course see that it is done. Additionally, send a messenger to Paya in Kakariko ask for her assistance in finding the wandering bard an expert in ancient music should attempt to set the piece to music. Include a letter addressed to the bard explaining the situation. "Oh and I forget which one of Kass' pupils took over , after the Rito disappeared on his travels. It was a long time ago, they may have passed on the mantle." After Bacta leaves Riju sits even further back into her chair pleased she can still surprise her granddaughter whose shocked expression had revealed her absentmindedness on the type of artifact they had recovered. "That translation should take some time though the fragments are haggard." She spends some time going over her appointment calendar for tomorrow before yawning softly signals her impending trip to bed for the night.
Karlovaa reread the name sure it could not be the same voe then she checks the date "By the seven it is him!" She had decided to try for the record on the sand-seal rally course since that was the site of the two-lap time travels for tomorrow. Noticing no names, she recognized on the two-lap board she had turned to the one lap record board There she finds the name that shocks her to the point of swearing "Link" one minute twenty-five seconds. The next fastest time right below Link's is a legend in the sport Tali the winner of the inaugural Cup of the Seven. There is only one racer better than him she realizes "one minute twenty seconds Patricia." This date is ten years after Link's record "He had a record that lasted a decade, I guess it was dethroned seventy years ago, which explains not hearing about his but surely the other record holder should be better known?" Glancing at the top time again she sees an asterisk over it finding the note she reads "Claiming that the record was the sand-seal's the jockey requested that her name be used rather than the driver's." "Dorn" yells Karlovaa she hears a distinct tail slap reserved for when the sand-seal is bursting with excitement. "You want your name on the two-lap board boy? In response the sand-seal dives resurfacing with a magnificent leap.
Three runs later the time of three minuets and ten seconds had proven insurmountable "No matter what I try we lose time on the second lap." Chatting with her favorite animal while checking him for scrapes had developed as a habit performed after they finished every race it allowed Karlovaa to still her beating heart and come down from the high of racing while taking care of her friend. Flopping on its side the animal avoids looking at its owner conveying its agreement that the blame was hers. "Come on two more, before the afternoon rush." Hastily she picks up the shield. It was a great attempt they were flying and Karlovaa is feeling the special, sense of accomplishment that comes from doing your utmost. She is barely thinking her turns coming from pure reflex "This time the second lap is mine. Wooh, yeah boy!" Sure of her victory the young woman releases this exultant whoop. The second lap was not hers the course had one unknown variable there arose a nasty headwind, sputtering driving, blind from the loose sand covering her eyes, clogging her ears, she is left with no choice, the reigns slacken, and Dorn takes over. The extra drag slows the Gerudobred down. Soon they both collapse at the finish line the Gerudo coughing up some sand, Dorn submerging to give itself the fine even coat of the granular material that the creatures love. Rather than the current scatterings from the storm hoarsely the vai exclaims "One… More…It…Cannot… do that twice. After a brief fit of coughing, she tries again the time is extremely slow on the first lap yet the second lap once again proves malicious. Rounding the last turn there is a small shudder by her feet. "Molduga!"Screams Karlova springing into action, she flicks the reigns Dorn jumps onto a rock with enough room for beast and rider. Upon landing "Crack, Auah!" The shield had shattered the wooden surface under the metal plating unable, to bear the impact after so much work over two days.
Her feet are bloody, splinters dot the surface of both appendages barking an order in Gerudo to Dorn who gently slides Karlovaa onto its back. Once its rider is settled the concerned sandseal attempts to get off the rock "No!" tugging Dorn back she looks for any disturbance in the sand, frantically surveying every grain of sand for the tiniest movement seeing none. Again, Dorn tries to leave their safe harbor "You are too calm, Dorn there is no Molduga is there? The shudder was my shield giving." Groaning inwardly at her immense stupidity she does encourage the Sandseal to leave the rock.
Slowly agonizingly slowly, the pain begins now that the shock has left her the feeling consists of several sharp little jabs constantly throbbing in both feet. "Like getting hit with a lot of tiny arrows." This illustration is little comfort to the injured racer Dorn is dragging her towards the capitol but, has to go on the surface of the sand halting the progress to little more than a crawl. This close to the sandseal she looks behind her and notices the sand, it is immediately filling back in behind them covering the blood trail which is unusual. "Dorn, if I heal in time, we can get that record. Bellowing fills the air by this time it was after noon and other racers had just come into the site to practice during the cool of the day. The bellowing is the intelligent animal's way of drawing the would-be rescuers attention. Dorn is a very good boy. Karlovaa would tell him but the heat and blood loss causes her to black out.
"Ah the familiar cot todays the day!" Bolting upright the injured vai feels pain and collapses back onto the mat. "Now I remember, I skewered my feet." grunts Karlova seeing no point in rising a second time she analyzes her surroundings recognizing the sparse apartment she verbalizes for the owner "Batma come in here." The old vai shuffles in "How are they?" the question is given a light tone Karlova pulls the sheets up as she says it. "Not great lass." Ever the ex-drill -sergeant the breeder gave it to her straight. Experiencing a tug on her hand she looks at the patient "Can I race." "Once you recover yes it will take a fortnight to do properly so you listen to me and follow my instructions." The young woman vacantly stares at the breeder eyebrows raised. "What does it matter I am out until at least the cup of the Seven." Clicking her tongue Batma corrected her "Cheer up you qualified for the rally." "How? do they let the most injured racer in for free now?" snaps the disbelieving wounded woman. " That is rich coming from the new holder of the two lap record." "I knew I took the first lap great but, how is that run the record winner. Wait Dorn drove it we took a different route thus the refilling sand did not drag on him." "Well maybe not as much," The breeder knew a lot about seals not racing. "Regardless Karlovaa you should have the one lap record you did it in seventy seconds your second lap took just under two minutes. When you go for the single lap record check the board, they automatically record the time for a reason." Realizing she had hurt herself for nothing, exasperated Karlovaa replies bitterly "Patricia can keep her record I hate that track."
After giving the record holder meticulous instructions on how to care for her wounds the temporary nurse left. Later, Batma is mixing the poultice to place on the tender feet it is not going well. Unfocused the breeder wonders how her charge had been unaware she had made history. "she did mention Dorn driving I wonder when she sustained her injury it must have been during her best run." Renewing her efforts, the poultice is ready in the time it takes a sand-seal to dive. Returning to the room, the amateur healer gives a second helping of bad news without any regrets, "There is no delay you will not have time to train for the rally." "I am a quick healer." Mutters the dozing off occupant of the cot. After, applying the bandages, cleaning the wound, Batma leaves glad her ward is having a peaceful dream but, curious what it could be about.
Meanwhile Sidon stops smiling displeased with the one he got in return. "No, my young friend you have drawn the lips too far back your cheeks look like a squirrel does when its cheek-pouches are full." His apprentice is running his hands over his head fin looking at the door. "The crowd will love you, how can they do otherwise?". The smile had returned with a vengeance "How about you wave to them after father announces you." "Wave right, I can do that at least I am not speaking." The mere thought causes Dorado to blanch. Laughing Sidon shares the cause of his joviality "Ruta must really hate public speaking none of her champions enjoy it." Champion I am a champion it still felt like a dream only two days ago he had thought he might eventually take over the shop and buy a small fishing boat now he is one of four chosen heroes. "Is anyone from the village here?" Ask the prince seeking to dispel the silence keep the boy's mind occupied "My mom loves an excuse to travel so she is." Sidon notices an incongruity but keeps it to himself "He must not know Torrison that well." Sidon had seen the zora logger at the inn the day before looking happier. "Picture her or locate her in the crowd it helps me." "Your highness it is time." The green zora guard who brought the news of Link's death interrupts as he turns to usher the star of the evening out to his adoring public he catches the brown zora's face running through a gauntlet of emotions, as he in turn is staring at the green zora. Sidon knows one emotion and it causes concern, recognition had been a prominent one.
"You did great!" Dorado was appreciative of the praise still surprised and a little nonplussed at the reaction he had seen someone faint when he had waved, crowds are strange things. "Sidon, slow down your legs are a lot longer than mine." Dorado did not think their audience with the king would go well if he crashed through the door after Sidon had been in the room for a minute. Memories of green scales and cream-colored shimmering under water were still trying to intrude upon his focus. Berating himself he increases his stride, "Get your priorities straight Dorado you have to meet a king. It is not like she is going anywhere she is a palace gaurd." This rebuke returns his thoughts as the Zora say to the fish on the spear, back to current events. The meeting went well Doraphan ever the gracious ruler, had made even the high-strung youth comfortable.
Captain Baz walks into the prince's corridors with various decorative weapons on the walls a large resting pool and water bed taking up most of the available space. Hardly noticing the décor he performs his errand handing Sidon his evening correspondence. "Congratulations Baz, you finally have a command!" Glancing at the apparent army promotion papers he thanks his freind, Craning his neck more to better see Sidon Baz responds, "You should have seen how impressed the Sergeant was after he read the recommendations you and Neezu provided. It is a little more work than expected, though speaking of which I posted guards at Dorado's door, also his mother's and have your detail ready for your departure tomorrow." Pausing the officer chews his lip finally recalling the detail eluding him after a sharp bite. "I placed the guard you mentioned at the ceremony on border patrol until we figure out how she knows Dorado her name is Reypha her father runs a restaurant.
"Excellent Work! Your dad would be proud Baz now go celebrate with the brigade, I have a lot of work to catch up to." Sidon began to unwrap the bundle seeing Baz's perfectly executed salute it was the first time Baz's resemblance to his late father the Demon Sergeant ever struck Sidon. Inspired by the sight Sidon grabs a small signet ring off a nearby desk and tosses it at the retreating worker "Put it on the royal tab your dad would have remunerated tonight. You may go Captain Baz" Trailing off Sidon offers his best salute and Baz departs. Before opening the package, Sidon moves on to a replica zora helm hung high on the wall out of the reach of most. Reaching up to grab the wall decoration he rips off the metal face guard, an impossible feat on an actual helmet the action reveals a compartment. Still nestled in the alcove is Link's message in a bottle. Restoring the wall art Sidon reads the first letter it is an official report from Bacta dated two days ago
Stating the usual reports on her divine beast, troop readiness, and monster activity, sometimes a weather report is in the weekly messages such as several years ago when a small avalanche had occurred in Tabantha. The monster report is the shortest section in Bacta's letter mentioning that there was only one incident they had assumed an injured racer had been attacked by monsters only to realize the wound was accidental, and that Karlovaa would recover. It went on to state some precautionary patrols would be in place for the next large race in order to segue naturally to the section on troops. Sidon had stood up from his bed out of concern at the line citing the injury only to relax once recovery was assured. "It is just mother's talk about caring for others resurfacing." Sidon told himself rationalizing his brief worry over a Gerudo he met one time. He had conveniently forgotten that he had risen at the name not the injury. Finishing the note, he takes care of the other papers opting for the pool he literally drifts off to sleep wishing Karlovaa luck in her next race and a speedy recovery. The prince forgot to visit his sister although he could have, it is the first time that has happened in over a hundred years.
Her feet are wrapped tight it keeps the still tender flesh from exposure to the elements, her shield is brand new and polished. The spherical reflection shows the Gerudo with no head covering and in a crimson tunic. Guzzling water to gaurd against the dehydration common from those recuperating from blood loss. She hears a small whine crouching quickly she reassures the anxious Dorn its last run hear bothering the beast. "You can win this race without me, do you see any other sand-seal on that leaderboard Dorn." Still petting him a laugh shakes her frame the albino had looked at the leader board long enough to read it. Taking a deep breath, she looks at the competition. Vacta had not qualified, apparently the course's hatred for Karlovaa extended to her friends. Unbeknownst to the competing racer her pal is discussing Tarrey Town with Batma in the roped off area for fans.
The breeder is very interested in the town for some reason. The field of ten were mostly unknowns fresh out of the one year mandatory guard service for Gerudo that takes place at seventeen some were slightly older one looked fairly young she had likely lied about her age. "It does not take more than a few years to get old in this sport" Karlovaa realizes, with a start not that long ago this was her own first "real event." Sighing she looks at the three senior (Karlovaa would say tested) competitors not counting herself. Gosi had been a certain inclusion after seeing her practice every inch of the course there had been little doubt the current star would qualify judging by her position she had placed second.
Near the back of the jockeying crowd of racers is the oldest competitor at thirty-seven she was a infrequent participant now but, had been a formidable force when Karlovaa had entered the racing world. Last she knew the semi retiree nicknamed Drifter had begun working in the royal stables exercising the Queen and the Gerudo Champion's co-owned sandseals the job being too good to refuse in deference to racing. After racing her majesty, Drifter had risen in Karlovaa's esteem by association anyone trusted by Riju to work with her beloved steeds was no slouch. "No competitor is too old to me now thanks to Riju.." fifth from either side Lorrue stood gripping the reigns all business there would be no friendly run to the Bazar today. Around her neck is a frayed piece of harness recognizing it as the remnant of the rope shorn by the shield from the Champion's cup the frigid demeanor of the vai now made total sense. Breathing deep Karlovaa engages in the last step of her pre-race ritual assessing the techniques employed by each racer she would face looking ahead her pulse quickens. Gosi will hang back even though, it cost her last time. Drifter could do it all but, would capitalize on turns hence the nickname. Lorrue always tries to interfere with the leader, but she always changes how she does that. "There are too many unknowns Dorn look out for some wild racing from those six young pups." "Oh and this hot wind beaten, spiteful, decrepit old track." "Harumph!" Dorn snorts its animosity towards the track evident in the low trumpet sound. She said a prayer to the hylian hero hopeful his record with the site would appease the rally course. Out comes the flag. Ten racers disappear in a cloud of sand.
If such a small detail could be sighted in that melee the prudent observer of Karlovaa's stance has the potential to see a slight upturn of her feet absent in her last ride with Dorn, the heels no longer touching the shield. It is a habit she adopts for the rest of her career. Chaotic is an apt descriptor for the first lap the novice riders' haphazard movements providing danger vigilance of the seasoned jockey's and the so often talked of beginner's luck of the greenhorns saving the two groups from any collisions with any seals or vai. Drifter weaving her way to the front by virtue of her experience and the ability to practice unorthodox maneuvers in her job via the excuse of "specialized" workouts leading to some inventive even artful dodges from her repertoire of tricks. In contrast Gosi content for the rookies to burn energy in this madcap dash for the lead is far behind the bob of sand-seals moving at medium gate known as a flurry. In the thick of the action in close proximity to three newbies Karlovaa enjoys jostling ahead of them. Lorrue is hugging the inside preventing Drifter's favorite technique two other racers are on the outside boxing the leader in.
Decelerating Karlovaa allows her trio to surge ahead bottlenecking Drifter in even more once again she fell behind Lorru. Turning claustrophobic Drifter's mount breaks hard for the outside while the driver is experienced the mount is not, this is a recently purchased animal to replace the animal trainer's long in the tooth trusted steed. In the moment she fails to make the adjustments that new stock requires. It costs her the race.
With field glasses on Batma scowls "warned her when she bought that one off me its skittish be sure to keep it calm. Bah!" "You are just mad one of your specimens is out of the running" yells Vacta after this outburst. The breeder offers no argument "I still have a shot Gosi is making her move." The second lap is upon the expectant winners Gosi is urging her mount to a storm the fastest gait of a sand-seal. She has passed all on the straight away, the opportunist's favorite stratagem of waiting for mistakes is paying dividends again. "Time for the back up plan Dorn." The reigns slacken using its sensitive whiskers the seal discovers the untrodden sand that reduces drag and guides the pair to it receiving no input from Karlovaa. The ride glides over the undisturbed sand resulting in a smooth ride. By trusting Dorn the pair captures the lead In the first turn the rookies falter and are left behind. Lorru is in second the only racer to gain ground on the turn. She yanks on her necklace the three are within a rope's length of each other when the medallion attached to the simple bit of rope is pulled from under the shirt blinding Karlovaa, she instinctively pulls back on the reigns and lowers her heels Dorn dutifully slows down. Drifting for the outside accidentally Lorru takes first going into the final straightaway Her moment dies immediately Gosi had drifted by both rivals so far inside she hits the good sand and wins.
"How do you do it Gosi?" "Knowledge and patience Karlovaa if Lorru is near avoid first, timing it is the tricky part. You are potentially the best racer now if you learn those two things you will be the best." "Why tell me this in the winner's circle Gosi?" She whispers the two women part ways. She goes over those words on her cot that night happy to unwrap her feet. "I am joining Drifter in the stables she wants an assistant and timing is key there is a whole new crop coming after the next major I am done." Then she falls asleep to Dorn's gentle snoring.
Authors note II And you thought you hated the weapon durability system. Fun fact Dorn was originally called Dorian than I remembered the spy I had read The Picture of Dorian Grey is all so I fixed it. Kass is not dead I have no idea how to write him as alive in this scenario and I cannot bring myself to kill him so he is conveniently missing presumed alive something something Hylia yanked him to a place where he is needed he is currently fine and not dead, he is however out of the story. Something something oneshot I have no intention of doing. I used my one Sonic reference on a chapter title joke and it was worth it. Next week hopefully on Wednesday EST the ballad is translated and Karlovaa embarks on a second favor for her majesty, but she is not the only one on royal business.
Sincerely, 4Coyote