The Sartious Mage (The Rhythm Of Rivalry) - Plot & Excerpts
Lisanda said, staring with wide eyes at the river we were coming near. I was waiting for her to straighten her back, puff out her chest, brush the hair from her face, and claim that it didn’t matter, that it still would be easy. But she did none of those things. “It’s running really fast,” she said with the same tone, perhaps even a bit more tense than before. Her eyes finally peeled away to glance up at me. “It didn’t look this fast from farther back.” She laughed nervously. I would’ve enjoyed this moment more if I wasn’t so worried her pride was going to override logic. “Please tell me that means you’re changing your mind.” That’s when she straightened her back, puffed out her chest, brushed her hair over her ear, and said, “I will not change my mind. It’s just one water pouch that needs filling for me to win.” I would’ve sighed at her if my tight diaphragm had allowed me to take a deep breath. Instead, I shook my head, and we continued closer to the rapids crashing against the rocks on the edges of the river.
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