[o] bad luck never lost a race

SOHALIA

and there we are again when nobody had to know

There was one racer, a young man not much older than Soh, with dark hair and ice blue eyes, who caught her eye as they prepared to race. He shouted to her, winking and blowing her a kiss, and the Luminary blushed scarlet as he turned his attention back to the race.

Now that she had someone to root for, though, she found herself getting into the atmosphere. She watched as the countdown drew ever nearer, confusion on her pretty face as she waited for the man to begin. When he finally shifted, she gasped in admiration; as a unicorn, his coat and horn were as black as night, seeming to blend in to the surroundings and rendering him nearly invisible. To keep up with him, Soh shifted her eyes, leaning into her own tide jaguar shift to sharpen her night vision.

The race itself was exciting, and by the time the unicorn crossed the finish line, Soh found herself shouting and cheering with the rest of the crowd. And when the man sought her out, shifting back into human form only feet away from her, she giggled with delight, caught up in the excitement of the moment.

He stopped in front of her, hands in his pockets, and leaned into her space. Rather than moving away, Soh watched, eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss upon the stranger’s cheek. ”Very impressive,” she murmured in a tone that might be considered flirtatious as she pulled back, offering the stranger a grin. ”Do you race often?”

you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath