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[color=9FA1A4][b][color=be003a]Location: [/color][/b]The race[/color]

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[color=9FA1A4]So far, the retired General had taken things slow during her vacation to Caesonia. An investigation with an attractive lady, and a brief meeting with a princess. She enjoyed these things, but Lyra came on horse. She was mounted as she paced briskly with her [url=https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=http%3A%2F%2F3.bp.blogspot.com%2F-vQ196SOrP_c%2FTnH27K2lsKI%2FAAAAAAAAA2s%2F54FeuMoHms0%2Fs1600%2Fmissouri%2Bfox%2Btrotting%2Bhorse%2B%25252813%252529.jpg&f=1&nofb=1&ipt=2f7e0d09038adf80291832d38e496d8c6be848c875dc9da03fa686de2f55ffee&ipo=images]steed[/url] to the race that was being held. Her faithful companion on this journey, she was known as Lady Avarice and sported a saddle unlike many. Cream-tinted leather sewn with red trim and silver metals decorated the noble creature. Her hair and skin were both well-kept. Lyra was relaxed, and her hands folded rather than on her reigns. Lady Avarice and the General had a very close bond between each other, such that she only had to give her companion directions and she knew just where to go. Lyra had heard of the hat contests, and so she elected to buy [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/950890829529088000/1068610438671118446/image.png]one[/url] that fit her attire. She was dressed in her uniform as usual, a formal outfit of red and white, decorated with a coat of arms depicting roses and a lion. 

She had already been registered before today. Major General Lyra Carris, riding Lady Avarice. The two made their way up to the starting line and waited. [color=be003a]"Are you ready, girl?"[/color] She whispered into the horse' ear, who nudged her in confirmation. Winning this race wasn't important to either of them, but Lyra and her noble steed were inseparable. If anyone could win, it was them.




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