“I could outride you on a donkey or a dolphin,” I muttered to myself, echoing my former declaration to Ransom and seething at how I seemed to have manifested that test for myself. “Very funny, Cancer.” I shot a glance at the heavens, almost hearing her clacking her claws in amusement at my predicament. She would be behind this for sure, her games of trickery written in songs and stories for all Raincarvers to recite.
