[ She listens, yanking at the straps on her mount. Securing in the pattern of old habits - assuring everything is the way she likes, as she lets them talk around her. Shaking her head to the squabble of it. If they were here to earnestly race? Perhaps then she might have Gildor's reservation. A sigh and clipped cut of her thoughts. Enough of that. Even if she doesn't have the age or position being so new to the hive to expect anyone to listen to her - the slide of her thoughts is rather like rapping on a child's knuckles when you see them fighting over a toy. ]
(As it's all cheating - whatever form you prefer to call it. Give us whatever blessings you like - before the race. But make sure it is not too much. Winning too obviously will be the ruin of us all. )
[ She works at the leathers, pulling the strap under the saddle where she is a little longer in the leg but shorter in her upper body. Taking her preference in it, practically blunt, both in the work of her hands and in her planning. ]
(To that end, I agree, Asuka ought to be first. My Lord Darkling, if you would like to follow her, you will surely be able to make up whatever ground might be lost for inexperience. If I follow after, I can ensure none of that ground is lost - and Lady Servillia, you should be last, as I believe you need the help least of us if it all comes down to you. )
[ She was more than a human could manage, an impossible strength and speed and reaction, true enough. But they - they were something else again, and to them? She didn't have a false hubris. Just sure that she can hold her place, hold their position, not fall or falter either, but no more than that. If it simply escalated by steady increments - well, it would become too obvious that they were doing something else. That they were something else. ]
(I would also suggest, Mr. Helyanwe, if we prompt you, that anyone we direct you to finds themselves with a sudden malady in their stretch of the race. )
[ He would know the best form of how to do that, with as many tricks he seemed to have. Her own mind's eye isn't helpful. That flash of cutting the hamstrings of a horse as it swept past, letting it crush rider as it screamed and toppled. But then, she's been fighting a little too long to know how to play so bloodless easily anymore. Perhaps he can come up with something a little... cleaner than that. ]
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( As it's all cheating - whatever form you prefer to call it. Give us whatever blessings you like - before the race. But make sure it is not too much. Winning too obviously will be the ruin of us all. )
[ She works at the leathers, pulling the strap under the saddle where she is a little longer in the leg but shorter in her upper body. Taking her preference in it, practically blunt, both in the work of her hands and in her planning. ]
( To that end, I agree, Asuka ought to be first. My Lord Darkling, if you would like to follow her, you will surely be able to make up whatever ground might be lost for inexperience. If I follow after, I can ensure none of that ground is lost - and Lady Servillia, you should be last, as I believe you need the help least of us if it all comes down to you. )
[ She was more than a human could manage, an impossible strength and speed and reaction, true enough. But they - they were something else again, and to them? She didn't have a false hubris. Just sure that she can hold her place, hold their position, not fall or falter either, but no more than that. If it simply escalated by steady increments - well, it would become too obvious that they were doing something else. That they were something else. ]
( I would also suggest, Mr. Helyanwe, if we prompt you, that anyone we direct you to finds themselves with a sudden malady in their stretch of the race. )
[ He would know the best form of how to do that, with as many tricks he seemed to have. Her own mind's eye isn't helpful. That flash of cutting the hamstrings of a horse as it swept past, letting it crush rider as it screamed and toppled. But then, she's been fighting a little too long to know how to play so bloodless easily anymore. Perhaps he can come up with something a little... cleaner than that. ]