[Thida didn't have any great expectations of her strength. She was more of an aimer, a speedy sneaky type with an eye for vantage points. Still, nothing ventured nothing gained, as they say, and she's not disappointed when the weight only makes it halfway up to the bell.
And then she hears the clapping.
Thida turns, an Inkay floating quietly beside her, as the stranger says his piece. She tilts her head as well, frowning, confused.]
No. 'S my best.
[The way she says that so matter-of-factly is almost asking to be challenged.]
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And then she hears the clapping.
Thida turns, an Inkay floating quietly beside her, as the stranger says his piece. She tilts her head as well, frowning, confused.]
No. 'S my best.
[The way she says that so matter-of-factly is almost asking to be challenged.]