Duskfire Glacier and everytime i play an ace, my partner always trumps

lucky for lómion, the gilded star-child was never far from one of their siblings these days. they'd hastened to follow him the moment they noticed him leaving — only to be delayed by a thorn to the paw. even after removal, it was stinging and bleeding and generally a nuisance while walking. hindered, but far from foiled, inkalorë had been forced to follow at a slower pace.
their three-legged hop was beginning to wear on parts of their body that they'd never considered before by the time they caught up to their brother at duskfire glacier. once they spotted him, though, all else was forgotten. they bounded toward him at full speed, which was still slightly slow minus one foot. lómion! they shouted cheerfully, oblivious to all else.