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Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness
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The midday heat was occasionally broken by a breeze, rustling leaves and cooling her senses that thirsted for a relief from the heat.
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"Just getting some climbing in before I meet some of my siblings down at the stables for a bit of pegasus-racing. They're going to eat Ginger's dust," she added, eyes alight with that winning drive. Ginger, her copper mare, was an exceptionally fast creature, trained by Gillian herself.
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She rolled her eyes at his last comment, but let out a good-natured chuckle. "Yeah, but we're not racing the pegasi, we're riding them. Besides, if we were racing them, it wouldn't be fair. The poor things weigh a ton and have the wind to slow them down, whereas I'm so fast I could walk on water if I tried," she boasted, displaying that characteristic Gillian-confidence.
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"Will," she said, her voice a mixture of a question and a proposition. Gillian lifted her head to her taller friend, "Are you up for a race?"
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"Alright, so we'll race over to dining pavilion. Because when we get there we're going to need water," she said, walking out of the tree's shade and into the hot sunlight.
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"Okay," she said slyly. And a moment before Will could possibly guess the reason for her change of tone and wicked smile, Gillian said, "Three." And raced off.
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"You've got to be kidding me." She tried skirting the wall from the side, but lava cascaded from the top. The only way was over. Experimentally, Gillian put her hand to the stone to see if it was tangible.
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"This is so not cool! No pun intended," Gillian added.
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Her mind dabbled with some ideas, particularly one that she skipped over because it seemed absurd. Once you rule out the impossible, whatever remains—however improbable—must be true.
Swallowing down her apprehension, Gillian stepped in the lava. She might as well have been walking barefoot and the surface of the sun. She bit back a cry of pain and located Will, running toward him and desperately trying to ignore the heat.
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Then she couldn't find the stupid pavilion. She reached the point where it should have been visible. But instead all she saw was the a gigantic stone. A gigantic stone that shouldn't have been there. She must've been getting closer for Will to have set that huge 'distraction' up.
Gillian ran north from the rock, keeping her eyes open for the pavilion. Finally she saw it, and put on a burst of speed. But where was Will?
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She began clawing her way up the hill, literally digging her nails into the ground and pushing herself up with dogged determination. Gillian was an agile thing, especially since she'd just come from the climbing wall. But she didn't have an endless supply of energy, and Will was still slightly ahead.
Finally she pulled herself, arms shaking, over the hill, and began her last sprint to the pavilion.
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"That was too amazing, Will, really," she croaked, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. Whether from laughing or pure exhaustion, Gillian didn't know, nor did she care.
After regaining her breath, she gave Will a weak smile. "You're going to be so sore tomorrow, my friend."
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Gillian's mouth ached for water. She let herself sit for a minute longer, then stood up. Her legs wobbled unsteadily, but she managed to get to the nearest table and grab two goblets.
She tossed one to Will, then told hers to fill the water. It was so sweet and delicious, so ice cold; Gillian thought she'd never drink anything else again. "Thank gods that these never empty."
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"Also, I think I lost five pounds of pure sweat." Gillian looked down to see how soaked she really was, and turned red in the face to see that her shirt was clinging to her frame and outlining her, ah, undergarment.
"I uh, I should get going, and, um, take that bath, too. Bye, Will, see you later." The last comment was hastily thrown together into one word as Gillian set down the goblet and ran off. Well this is embarrassing.
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Agraveere wasn't at all sure where she was. She'd only just walked under some weird gate thingy, but everything felt different. It wasn't the bad kind of different. It felt calming, as if she were meant to be here. At that, she snorted and chuckled to herself. She was obviously meant to be in Vegas, even if she didn't agree with what her mother had gotten her into. She might have made a few mistakes, but she was her mother. It took a toll to raise a child all by your lonesome.
Agraveere shook the thoughts of family from her head, looking up to see how much light was left. Her big fancy watch had drawn too much attention, so she'd given it to someone on the street. Now, she was regretting that move as she examined the sun and its course to setting. It would be dark before long.
"I'm totally gonna get murdered by a psycho killer," she muttered, trudging on.
"Oh, alright," he said, setting his tool down. He took the dandelion and blew, sniffling as some florets tickled his nose. Isaac couldn't help but grin as he watched the seeds float away in the summer breeze.