Talk:Lamia/@comment-27303410-20170627210525/@comment-30700719-20171015031439

(Good on ya, mate. I'm sorry I didn't see this one when you made it.)

I crack my neck, followed by my knuckles. "Alright. From here, to there. We don't try to impede each other's progress. Yeah?" She nods, and I stand up. I wipe my arm against my brow, then brace my foot against a small rock. The Lamia responds by coiling herself up against a significantly larger rock.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

"GO!" We yell together. I push away from the rock with my foot, getting a good start, but the Lamia launches herself like a spring, sailing through the air and landing a few metres away. I grin, my blood racing through my veins. The Lamia slithers with ease and grace, like some finely-tuned machine. However, I overtake her, giving her a mock salute as I go by. Looking skyward, I grab a low, sturdy limb and pull myself up into a tree. The branches are old and strong, which allows me to run through the trees with speed. The Lamia looks up and scoffs, before sliding up to a thick trunk and winding up it. "See? I can do that, too!" I ignore her and keep on running. "By god, I should have caught my breath more before doing this." She wraps her tail around a thick branch and continues after me. Unfortunately, her tail makes her a lot heavier than me, restricting her path occasionally. "Oh hey, look! It's the end up the trail, up ahead! I hope you like coming in second!" She shakes her head and drops to the ground again, making pace with me. I look down, then hit the ground as well, rolling with the fall to keep moving. Her stride (slither? what's the snake equivalent of a stride?) seems to shorten, and I cast a glance back at her. Suddenly, she leaps through the air, arcing over my head. She slides past the end of the gravel path, slipping slightly on the smoother concrete. "Ha-hah! Looks like I won." I smile eloquently and bow. "Indeed. I'll have a Gatorade, if you don't mind." She raises a finger to object. "You phrased yourself very well, you know. 'The first one to the end of the trail buys the other a Gatorade or water,'. Since you came first, that means that I'm getting a drink." She advances toward me, frowning. "Okay, okay. I'm just kidding with you. What do you want?" She cocks her head at me. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you." She offers me her hand. "My name's Ashley. You would be?" I shake her hand. "The name's Garrett. Maybe we could go grab a drink sometime?" She nods affirmatively. "I was already thinking the same thing."