She said nothing as she lined up with the other racers, glancing down the line with a nervous little laugh, another prancing step as she settled in to wait the last few seconds. It was difficult to gauge her competition, how likely she was to succeed in this race, but she felt ready, determined to use this as a new means of proving her worth. Maybe she still had a long way to go toward being the soldier she wished to be, but claiming this win would certainly be a feather in her cap.
There was so much anticipation, Phoebe was off the second the "go" was given. She leaped, short legs churning, hooves digging into the grass and dirt of the fields and propelling her quickly forward in an effort not to let any other racers gain too far of a lead on her. Still, that smile remained, ever present and even more animated as her determination added a new edge to it, a new challenge in the expression. She wasn't the biggest, likely not the strongest, but little creatures were agile. Phoebe used that to her advantage now, trying to slip and around the other racers and dodge any obstacles along the way.
