“Be strong. Be swift. By legs, wheels, and fists, we go into the churn. We race, we fight, and we live to do it again. For ourselves, for Belethea, and for each other. May Casolla keep you safe, the suns keep you warm, and the storm winds blow you to the finish.” Her ice-blue gaze met each of theirs, her voice growing stronger. “Belethea, mother of mountains and skies…” “Protect us,”
