[se] afraid of nothing

Cordelia

Oh. It's a silent challenge, but she can't ignore it. Her muscles sing and she feels alive. Cordelia pressed herself harder, picking up speed, keeping pace with him and occasionally edging further in front of him. The Attuned swayed and swerved, baiting him into a type of playing, kicking up snow aand powder in their path. Stretching. Unwinding. Whatever you want to call it. Came her mental reply, not slowing down and showing no sign of doing so anytime soon.

This was something she was made for. Suddenly an idea popped into her head and mischief bounds along their shared bond. I'll race you.

Barefoot in the wildest winter

Catching my death