The mention of a race stoked Fleo's fires once more.  Before she could accept, however, Felix was already out the door.  She blinked a couple of times, trying to piece it together.  Her earlier talks with the young boy made it clear that he was a magnetism wizard, but how did that translate into such speed?  She could only imagine that it meant he wore some sort of metal.  Still, she couldn't let an unfair combination of A-rank Magnet magic and cheeky head start rob her of victory.  Fleo pushed herself up from the table, dodged around Trinity and Karn, and darted out the from door.  “Sirocco,” she declared, the prospect of competition causing her face to become serious.  Dust swirled around her feet, buoying her a feet centimeters off the ground.  From there, she needed only lean forward to shoot off, scooting stiff-legged across Magnolia at high speed.  

She didn't realize how much she had been concentrating until Felix was a dozen meters ahead of her, at which point she relaxed.  [color=C2B280]“Just give up now!”[/color]  She called, though it was a gamble if her fellow guildmember heard anything through the wind blowing past his ears.  Fleo could scarcely hear herself.  It made little difference, likely; they were already halfway to the pancake place.  On impulse, the dusty woman felt her pocket, suddenly afraid that she had left her wallet behind.  Fortunately, she discovered, she had not, and the thought of warm, syrupy pancakes galvanized her into an extra push that brought her closer to Felix.  Dust billowed behind her, quite literally, but she was having trouble catching him up.  His magnetism simply out-sped her, and she could bet that he wasn't focuses as acutely as she was.  As trivial as this race might be, Fleo was determined to be better at something than someone else after two days of unremarkable mediocrity.  What was the use of her gifts if she couldn't beat anybody?  She ground her teeth together, her face locked in uncharacteristic determination, and inched closer.