Amberine burst into the inn, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She had been racing against Elara, desperate to get back and try out the inspiration that had struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her legs ached, and her chest felt tight, but a wide grin spread across her face as she stumbled into the room.
"Oh, I'm going to beat her this time," Amberine muttered to herself, her eyes sparkling with determination. She could practically see Elara's smug face, the cool and collected demeanor that always seemed to say she was one step ahead. "If only she could see how brilliant my idea is. But no, Miss Cool-and-Collected had to go and act all superior. We'll see about that!"
