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By the time they had trudged up the field, Rapidly was completely covered in sand. At their station was a towel—the team was waiting in the stadium.
Though other athletes were frantically drying off, Rapidly lazily slung the towel around themself. Sure, they were happy to medal, but silver was no longer a cause for celebration.
While Rosaka had a karaoke bar on every block and street corner, Glidavik had only one, a small place hidden underneath a busy city street mostly popular with students and the occasional Rosakan tourist. A limited offering wasn’t going to stop the Pinkies from celebrating a win in their usual fashion, however, and in theContinue reading “SD2024 Memo #2: Sticking Together”
Under the fluorescent lights of the Superhive’s changing rooms, Kinnowin’s gold medal shone like the sun. Their entire team had gathered to celebrate its acquisition before they’d even made it back to the athletes’ village. “It’s a nice little reclaim, isn’t it?” hummed Tangerin, watching it bob as Kinnowin held it proudly aloft. “Of what?Continue reading “ML2023 Memo #11: Lost Ways in the Marble Maze”
Fragmented rose-pink clouds decorated the orange-yellow sky. A thin morning haze hung over the city streets down below. The moon had disappeared beneath the horizon and the sun, burning the wispy edges of the clouds with its light, had emerged in its place.
The cycle of the heavens was beginning anew, and a new day was breaking over Buzznya.
Billy had been right—the Green Ducks recovered from their off day and returned to form. The host team was now sitting in 7th, and Mallard, clenching their silver, had earned their second individual medal in the tournament. “The flows of a funnel remind me of the rivers I see the ducks swim in a lot.Continue reading “ML2022 Memo #6: Funnel Endurance”
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