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[color=9FA1A4][color=be003a]"Go,"[/color] The General whispered to her steed, and without an ounce of hesitation, Lady Avarice took off at a blinding pace. While others were kicking their horses and whipping their hinds, General Carris only held on tight, and watched the others break the strides of their own steeds without realizing. It disgusted her, really, to watch them treat such noble beasts in that fashion. But, Lyra didn't have much time to dwell on it as she slipped well past each any everyone of them, and won the race. She made a mental note to ignore the idea of her companion being called "Bitch Slayer," as this was just entertainment, but alas, it annoyed her.

[color=be003a]"Swift as always, old girl."[/color] She said, stroking Lady Avarice behind her ears, the mare nuzzled her hand from behind as the crowd cheered. To anyone else, it would have seemed as if the horse understood that this was a race, and simply did not need to be whipped to run at full pace. Lyra reached into a pocket on her coat, and pulled out a half of a dried apple, feeding it to Lady Avarice. As she climbed off her steed, the horse followed her without being pulled by reigns. 

While the other contestants were fishing for hats, Lyra already had hers on for the entire race.

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