Racing Bullet [World Fair]

London and Lyon would return to the fair the next morning, heading through the gates once more side by side. They would walk through the fair contemplating if they wanted to stop for a snack before their planned activity. The two would chat as they walked as they often did, before stopping at a stand to get some turkey jerky to snack on.

They would afterwards make their way towards where the faces were held, eating their jerky on the way. Knowing quite well this activity needed all the energy that they could get. Both Lyon and London would put their names down on the entree sheet before they would head to a waiting area.

Finding that some vayron they met before stretching and others lazing about. Such as Bullet, Ember and low and behold, Quilo who had seemed to have recovered by now from his unpleasant cake the other day. They would approach Quilo first, who would smile at the pair warmly.

“Good morning! I hope you both slept well?”

“We have, and hope that you are feeling better yourself?” London would be the one speaking for the pair.

“Oh I am, nothing a little sleep couldn't fix.”

“That's good to hear.”

“Have you raced here before Quilo?” The puller would chime in.

“I have. It is quite a trek to say the least, winds through the hills some, through some flats, sometimes mud depending on if the weather holds up.” The borealis would say before adding, “Though since you just showed up, I’d imagine that you'll be up against Bullet there based on how they usually go about the pairings.”

London and Lyon would look over to see Bullet in the middle of some pre race stretches. “She really looks determined to win.” Lyon would be the one to comment.

“Oh she is quite determined. Bullet races every year here after all. Practically initiates everyone into the racing scene at the fair.”

It wouldn't be long before Quilo’s name would be called up, along with Ember. The Borealis would say some parting words before he would head on to get in position with Ember. Taking off in his own race soon enough.

Lyon and London would soon head over to where Bullet was so they could begin their own stretches.

“Oh hello there!” Bullet would say to the pair, “Guess you two are my competition this year?”

“That seems like it's the case, yes.” London would say softly back, “Based on what my son and our friend has said, you are the one to beat.”

“Thank you for the compliment, I train often for this.” 

“That seems quite clear to us.” Lyon would chime in. “Do you know how long it'll be till it's our turn?”

“Oh it won't be long now.”

After what seemed like mere minutes, it would indeed be their turn. All three of their names would be called, and they would be positioned at the starting line. Each being fitted with a vest with a number so they could keep track, Bullet with #3, London with #4 and finally Lyon with #5.

A fair employee would stand off to the side, flag in hand, counting down until ‘go’ before waving the flag in hand. The three would be off the moment they saw the flag be waved.

The path would start off straight before winding through some trees and other obstacles. A line of flags on either side of them guiding them along their way. A large straight stretch would soon lie ahead, London and Bullet would be at each other's sides, Lyon trailing close behind. 

Clouds would hang in the air as if threatening to burst open, but for now remained silent. Though their presence kept some sun off of their backs, which was quite welcomed for the three racing across the landscape. 

The path would however soon wind upwards through some hills. Some sharp turns would threaten to toss the puller off balance, but luckily he would persevere. The two runners would almost seem to glide past these tight turns, being smaller and more nimble than the giant puller helped them greatly.

As the path bent downwards for the final time, a light rain would fall upon their backs from the sky above. This helped ward off the heat of summer, though it would make the last stretch of the race more slick and dangerous. Each having to be mindful of where they placed each paw on the mud that was being created before them. 

A few more bends would lie in the path before them before the multicolored flags appeared in their line of sight. This caused Lyon, London and Bullet to push themselves harder to reach it. Using what remained of their strength and energy to each be the first. London would however be the first to reach it, followed by Bullet and finally a couple lengths behind Lyon would cross the finish line. 

They each would be panting heavily, with the rain surrounding them now thicker than it has started. The fair workers would remove their numbered vests before giving them each a ribbon designating their place in the race. Being offered some fresh water soon after, which all three would accept.

Quilo would head over to them, having completed his race first, “Good job you two!” He would praise them.

“Thank you.” London would be the first to say, before being followed by a ‘Thank you’ from Lyon as well, just more exhausted sounding. 

“I hope you both had fun. Though I must get going so see you later!”

“See you!”

“Bye!” 

Afterwards Bullet would also speak, “Congratulations from me as well, I hope you enjoy the rest of the fair!” Before Bullet would head back over to get ready for the next race of the day.

Lyon and London would head out of the racing area as soon as they caught their breath. Discussing between them where they wanted to stop for a rewarding meal. Feeling quite parched after the long race.