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When Hao starts zigzagging while coming back, handling her beast into a drift at each turn, you're impressed. When she maneuvers Adamant into two consecutive jumps, you begin to disbelieve. When she reached the last hundred meters and <span class="mu-s">stood on her saddle</span> while keeping her balance with the leather ropes, logic demanded dubiety. Then her lizard dug its talons into the earth, the abrupt braking launched Hao (or she did it herself) with near-deadly momentum and height. She landed roughly, her well-trained beast already moved to her flank, both stopping no less than five meters away from you and Klesiah.
''Still got it.''
Applauding was the only thing you and Klesiah could respond with. If this is the full extent of her capabilities... <span class="mu-i">How big a boon to your party will it be to reunite them?</span>
''I got an idea.'' You're feeling excited, there's a little fire burning your guts. Feels good. ''How about a race?''
''Bad idea!'' Klesiah protested but her raptor snort loudly while scratching off a patch of grass. ''Hey!''
''What are you ready to lose?'' Hao grins, fully indulging in arrogance. ''Being called mistress for a night sounds great.''
''You didn't win yet, we'll see about wagers.'' Shit, you don't speak without thinking often and it always leads to... situations. ''Let's climb that hill, we're probably approaching our time limit.''
''Oi, I didn't agree!''
''It won't hurt even if you fall!'' Hao walked close enough to tap the side of Klesiah mount, sending it in a forward trot.
Your poor blueberry could only fume with dread.
The wide view of the plain made coming up with a makeshift course easy, especially since you could will items in existence.
''Three flags?'' Hao commented when they appeared. ''A large zigzag? Hm...''
''We can race by rounding them and have our finish be the straight line between the green and yellow one.'' As you spoke, you realize how easy it was to maintain these items inside the illusion: Klesiah and Hao maintained them after acknowledging their existence, freeing your mind from the preoccupation of remembering their placement.
''Good, good. Feel like making a wager, my lord?'' Mother's mercy, you want to win now. Hao is being way too smug!
''Not me!'' Klesiah huffed, she'll still participate despite her protest. ''You'd better be right when you said it wouldn't hurt to fall!''
''Hm...''
No getting out of it now.
>Make a wager? What should it be?
Rolling 1d20 will happen after we agree to one or not.
