DNN2

“Phoebe, congratulations on your first pole position in the Imperial League.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

“A pretty desperate day out there.”

“It was, I don’t think I’ve ever flown in that kind of weather before, that we had on the out lap, that was pretty… pretty bad.”

“It was, but somehow you brought it round in good shape. How’s Soot this evening?”

“He’s asleep like always, I think he appreciates it a bit more than usual tonight.”

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“I’m sure he does. What possessed you to take such a gamble? You seemed to know the weather was going to break before anyone else.”

“We just had a big stroke of luck, we had a, one of our team guests today was Taranto merfolk, she called it and we just went for it.”

“That’s a lot of trust to place in someone outside the team, outside the official weather forecasters.”

“Well, if anyone’s going to know it’d be merfolk, Sam, and I trust her. It turned out fine, so why not?”

“Fair enough. What can you do in the race tomorrow? Nervous about starting from the front?”

“I don’t want to try to predict anything for tomorrow, Sam. Wet races are crazy, I just hope I can bring Soot safely home and get some good points in.”

“You’re chasing Niki and Feran in the championship, they’re starting seventh and eighth, this could be a good opportunity for you to catch up a few points.”

“It could, Sam, it really could but I don’t think they’ll finish that low, they’re both incredibly competitive and in great shape.”

“And it all depends on the weather, of course. Thanks for speaking with us, Phoebe, and best of luck in the race tomorrow.”