Yrael, the Eighth Bright Shiner

Wik lifts her eyes to his, glancing at him sideways. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she slightly raises her eyebrows in challenge.

"You're on."

And maybe her hand is turning to grasp at his as she gets to her feet.

"Gotta move- gotta choose-
You've got a difference to make.
Don't watch it happen again.
Gotta change- rearrange-
Something's bending to break,
It's just a matter of whennnnnn...

Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you gotta make your-
mark this time...
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you gotta set your-
hope on fire...

Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you're gonna make your-
mark this time...
Ooh-Ooh-Ooh you're gonna set your-
hope on fire...

Ooooooooooh, you're gonna set your-
hope on fire...

Set your-
hope-
on-
fire..."