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Thin Ice“Oh, you are kidding me!”Thin Ice by ATTynesider
Elora slapped the railing in fury, sending a jolt of pain through her hand that went unnoticed. She was in enough pain already watching the Crystal Glacier players hug one another as the Colossos goaltender sullenly dragged the puck out of the net.
At her side Spyro watched her bemused. Elora was always calm, collected and patient, as she should be for a faun of her stature, but not when it came to ice hockey. If she wasn't on the ice herself, crushing the opposition against the boards, then she was in the stand screaming until her hair stood on end. Deep down he wondered if this was some kind of medically-prescribed therapy for her, but he didn't dare ask, not now that she had the referee in her sights.
“Referee, are you watching this damn game?” she roared as he skated by. He paid her no heed. “He tripped him! How did you not see that? You're spoiling the game, man, open your eyes!”
She grabbed her eyelids and stretched th