[ It would have been a relatively easy, straightforward race had Ophilia only continued on her way through the woods on her obnoxiously garish bike. But it’s not going to be that because young Ophilia has had a little too much wine and there’s another part of her personality that’s beginning to mix in with hers, making her a little more bold, daring, and terribly aversive to keeping things simple.
So just when she’s far ahead of him, she’ll completely abandon her bike in the middle to the path next to a pile of fallen leaves and snow, stepping out to the side. She makes for one of the thicker trees carefully, rearranging some of the fallen branches to cover her tracks before hiding behind one of the trunks. It’s only a matter now to set her trap and wait for him. What will he do, she wonders. Will he continue on his way and ignore the abandoned bike in the middle of the woods, or will he continue on his way without a second thought as to where she disappeared?
Whatever the case may be, as soon as he either crosses over the pile of leaves and snow beside her bike or actually stops to inspect it, he’ll suddenly be surrounded by a flock of nightingales. They’re skittish and beautiful, bursting with all the new energy now that they have been transformed from the leaves that they once where. The birds will harmlessly swarm him before flying off into the sky, never to be seen again, a few long feathers haphazardly left upon the ground as they only proof they had once been there at all. It’s a classic prank courtesy of her Essence’s unusual magic to transfigure one object into something else. And she will be delightfully laughing because of it, whether or not he too thinks it’s funny, breaking out of her hiding spot. ]
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So just when she’s far ahead of him, she’ll completely abandon her bike in the middle to the path next to a pile of fallen leaves and snow, stepping out to the side. She makes for one of the thicker trees carefully, rearranging some of the fallen branches to cover her tracks before hiding behind one of the trunks. It’s only a matter now to set her trap and wait for him. What will he do, she wonders. Will he continue on his way and ignore the abandoned bike in the middle of the woods, or will he continue on his way without a second thought as to where she disappeared?
Whatever the case may be, as soon as he either crosses over the pile of leaves and snow beside her bike or actually stops to inspect it, he’ll suddenly be surrounded by a flock of nightingales. They’re skittish and beautiful, bursting with all the new energy now that they have been transformed from the leaves that they once where. The birds will harmlessly swarm him before flying off into the sky, never to be seen again, a few long feathers haphazardly left upon the ground as they only proof they had once been there at all. It’s a classic prank courtesy of her Essence’s unusual magic to transfigure one object into something else. And she will be delightfully laughing because of it, whether or not he too thinks it’s funny, breaking out of her hiding spot. ]