Onya er Goltbred arrived at the terrace very out of breath - and looking visibly annoyed at the back of a Silver dress that was settled behind the tall black haired swordswoman. Her sister hadn't even stayed on the ground to run, the little girl was sure of it!
"You cheated!"
Even if she couldn't *prove* the accusation… with anything other than how unbelievably fast it had been, she still felt the need to call it out. After all, the youngest of the family ran much faster than any of the other older kids she played with. She even sometimes was able to hide from her parents before they caught up to scold her about something!
That was thanks to starting her cultivation early with better methods than average - which she didn't exactly take into account when complaining. Because gauging the scope of difference between years in growth and technique wasn't exactly the strong suit of an almost six year old.
"I said I would race you. I didn't say I would do it *fairly*."
