She pushed herself to maintain her pacing as she rounded through the first lap and into the second, using the knowledge this was already nearly over to call upon that last reserve of energy to finish on a high note. Things appeared to be going very well--for all of them, it seemed--until one of the racers fumbled. Phoebe had been following close to Absynthe, not wanting the winged woman to get too far ahead, and had to quickly swerve to avoid tangling herself in the other racer as she fell. Almost--almost--did she lose her footing too, but having seen the issue it was easier for Phoebe to correct and keep her footing.
Though immediately she felt worried. Even as she raced past the downed horse, she couldn't help peering over her shoulder, losing some of her momentum. Was the other racer okay? She hadn't hurt herself too bad, right? Part of her wanted to know with certainty that no harm had been done, but the race... Conflicted, Phoebe set her sights resolutely ahead again and tried to put on another burst of speed, mindful now to avoid the tracks and grooves left behind from their earlier passage. The sooner she finished this race, the sooner she could check in on that fallen racer.
