Off to the races
#GHSnowswept mini event - Interastral derby - team 3
Two Dozen Eggs was so screwed.
But it was okay, Layla told herself. It'd all be okay! Maybe. Hopefully. She focused on cheering for her little trotter as it recovered from its collision and started sprinting again.
What's all the commotion?
Layla shook her head, turning her attention back to Two Dozen Eggs. It was going! Her little trotter could do it! Her little trotter could run, damnit! She paid no mind to the shouting and chaos happening around her.
"And here we have- GRAND SALAMI, NO!"
Who was Grand Salami? Layla didn't think any of the trotters in the race she was in were named that, but there was a chance she just wasn't remembering right. The black and brown trotter on the track didn't look familiar though.
Oh great archons. This must have been what the commotion was about. A trotter from another race ran out onto the track, colliding directly into poor Two Dozen Eggs. The little trotter let out a squeak of pain and fear as it, once again, fell to the ground.
Layla buried her face in her hands and let out a muffled scream.
Two Dozen Eggs moves 3 places. Stamina: 2
A GLOVED HAND REACHES OUT TO PAT THE SCHOLAR ON THE BACK, Capitano turning his gaze to the knighted trotter that slows its pace before biting the ribbon in its snout. He blinks and the creature is gone, he blinks again, and it reappears beside him, holding up the ribbon as if offering up the spoils of a long campaign.
"Hmph." A nod of approval, taking the blue ribbon and tearing down it's length before reaching for his sword to knight the newest sentinel of a distant land. "You have done... acceptable." A nod, the flat of the blade pressing against the trotter's hide before tying the ribbon around its ankle.
"Go now, be free, this is my command to you, Sentinel of Belobog." A pleased nod, pointing in the direction of the distant mountains, expecting this to be the last he saw of the trotter... for now.
-> GUTHRED has Passed the Goal! Stamina at finish line: 3
Oh! Someone else got to the finish line!! And it was someone nearby too. Clara smiled, clapping for the success of the trotter and their trainer. “Congratulations…!!”
Clara returned to focusing on the race, looking over at a very tired Cherry. So tired that they seemed to be… napping? If it helps them energise then…!!
So that Cherry’s little nap wasn’t disturbed, Clara remained quiet.
Cherry used Pace Remaining stamina: 3
Hopefully, their dreams were just as sweet as them!! Oh, but the finish line was so close… maybe they’ll wake up just in time to reach it…?
As Trottson Trottington III slowed to a pace, Kachina's face fell. 'First place...' she mourned, lamenting all the effort and time that she had put into training him. The disappointment didn't last very long—as soon as Kachina saw her trotter pitifully stumble along the track, her distress quickly morphed into concern.
'Poor little guy...' she thought. 'Maybe I'll take him over to get some snacks when it's over... I'm pretty sure I saw a snack stand, at least...'
Spaces Moved: 1












