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[color=#837E7C]Another quirk of an eyebrow was directed at Donny, who had simply walked straight past her without another word. As she began to lead her horse toward the race, she was surprised to see that the boy's own horse had a number on it. Jules' eyes went wide for a moment before she turned away from Donny. Before she knew it, she was barking a full-blooded laugh. This kid... he was in the race too? And his sly remark had been in response to her statement? Her laughter came even louder and she currently guffawed as she guided her mount to a slow trot. [color=41A317][b]"O-ho, kid, you're too good!"[/b][/color] she cackled as she wiped a tear from her eye. She decided to leave Donny be for now. [color=41A317][b][i]"Is that so?[/i] Bah."[/b][/color]

As she led her horse to the beach, Jules caught sight of the man with the itchy trigger finger. Once again, he was on his lonesome, which made it rather easy to approach him. [color=41A317][b]"Good luck! We've got real trailblazers around these parts!"[/b][/color] she chimed towards him. She slowed down just enough in order to give the man a hefty pat on the back before once again picking speed. Greasy Sand huffed as he trotted, his ears perked up and his gait rather energetic. 

[color=41A317][b]"That prince of fools,"[/b][/color] she muttered. What the boy said was funny at first, but now that her laughter had run dry, she found himself pondering his words. [color=41A317][b]"We'll leave him the dust. I'll make sure he won't get out of this race in one piece."[/b][/color][/color]