[ Laughter peals from her lips like a clear bell to join the chorus of Waffle and Adelheid's trilling as they streak towards the finish line.
Claude's voice carries across the wind, and Hilda breaks her steady gaze on the aerie for a brief moment to look at him. ]
We already made the wager, Claude! It doesn't work like that. Is answering three little questions that much scarier than cleaning our rooms for a month?
[ And despite that, Hilda would have probably tried a very similar move if she had been the one in the losing position. His attempt to distract her does in fact work though. The brief distraction and glance over her shoulder means that Waffle begins to lose some speed, once again giving up the lead so now they're neck and neck.
The looming maw of the aerie's window gets bigger and bigger. It's only so wide to let through one wyvern in at a time which means that their race has turned into a game of chicken. Hilda steels herself knowing full well that it will be simply a matter of nerve - or concession - between herself and Claude to see who wins. ]
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Claude's voice carries across the wind, and Hilda breaks her steady gaze on the aerie for a brief moment to look at him. ]
We already made the wager, Claude! It doesn't work like that. Is answering three little questions that much scarier than cleaning our rooms for a month?
[ And despite that, Hilda would have probably tried a very similar move if she had been the one in the losing position. His attempt to distract her does in fact work though. The brief distraction and glance over her shoulder means that Waffle begins to lose some speed, once again giving up the lead so now they're neck and neck.
The looming maw of the aerie's window gets bigger and bigger. It's only so wide to let through one wyvern in at a time which means that their race has turned into a game of chicken. Hilda steels herself knowing full well that it will be simply a matter of nerve - or concession - between herself and Claude to see who wins. ]