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I run messages from

the training ground

to punters who

bet on the outcomes

of the races.

I tell people who

the fastest,

strongest,

healthiest Irryss are

in my father's

aviary.

I run, my pockets

weighted down

with gold coins

for bets.

Promises on

paper.

I can tell you that 's

Irryss will challenge

the land speed record

in the right conditions

(Leaving out the

details of what those

conditions are

so that any day might hold

the magical combination);

Eissa's mount

favours drizzle.

Zahra's won't win with

the sun to the west. 



{Please let me know in the comments below how you are finding the world-building in this story so far. It's so much harder to fill in the details when each part is so short!}

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