Lore smirked, running a hand through her (something something I forgot maybe red) colored necklace. “Nothing is ever impossible for me, Margo.” There was a reason why her middle name was not impossible, other than the fact her parents just simply didn’t name her that- Lore had no impossibility in her name because she was born to do the impossible period. “Loser has to write an essay on why the winner is awesome.” Lore pulled her long dress slightly up to allow herself to curtsie jokingly, “And the loser is going to be dear Margo because Lore doesn’t play about horseriding.” Lore jokingly said with a grin. But she also was not really joking. Horseback riding might be her third favorite thing to do but it was still one of her favorite things and she was way too much of a sore loser to allow someone else to win.