#odyssey

For Dagmar, there maybe an urge to break into a run. Track training lingers.

For Symon, well, he can't go as fast, but he's NOT wheezing

"Want a ride, Sy?"

He gives her a smile and reaches an arm up.

A joyful laugh, and she swings him up to her shoulders.

He wraps his arms around her neck. He could garrote her, sure. He wouldn’t. But he could.

They travel along the path, and begin to gain on their quaryy