"Sefira and Ahadi having to defend their titles as Princesses of the Savannah,and as usual they can't stop fighting each other for a single moment,even when there is a third competitor in this race.
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Sefira could have focused on her own line and widened the gap. She was already halfway through the worst of it; she could see the far side marker stone ahead, a pale boulder with painted rings around it. If she just kept moving, this round was hers… but then she felt the old itch crawl up her spine, the one that had nothing to do with winning and everything to do with making Ahadi look stupid. The contest didn’t matter as much as the humiliation did. Not to Sefira. Not when Ahadi was right there. She veered slightly off the most direct route, eyes darting to the side where vines hung from the trees. Sefira’s fingers closed around the vine. It was damp and cold, slick with bog water. She pulled, testing its strength, feeling it resist like a living rope. Her mouth curled. “Let’s see how royal you look,” she whispered, “when you’re tied up like a trophy." Artist