TELL ME LIKE IT IS

Practice is how you get faster. Run every day till you can't.

Gilgamesh proceeded to give her more ideas and opportunities. If she had a notepad, she would have written them down, but instead, she made it a point to ingrain that in her mind: Practice every day until you can't. She planned to. For most of her days, she sat there in mild envy of her sibling's strength. For most of her days, she was annoyed that she couldn't change. That she just pulled the short straw in life. However, today, Gil showed her that she could become whatever she wanted if she wanted it enough.

Outlasting your opponent was the key if you could become agile enough to avoid being touched. She nodded, hanging on to every word he said as if her life depended on it. Well, it did in the long run. Eventually, he would order her to run between his legs. She was laser-focused but knew she wouldn't be as fast as she wanted.

She hesitated momentarily, scared to fail as if this were some test. After a few breaths, she forced herself; Lyra reminded herself that it was okay to be slow for right now. Her tiny legs kicked off the floor. Her paws, a bit too big for her body, were slapping the ground as she pulled herself as fast as her little body could. While the distance wasn't enough to necessarily get a good run-off, it was enough to show that she was, in fact, not fast at all.

"Speech!"