You know what was strange? Flying then noticing a cluster of Hippogriffs and realizing you've actually come to the end of the so called race--she couldn't even call it one anymore. They'd set out to try the winning thing but then he got distracted and she got taken in by the flying and soon she'd forgotten it was class, save for those moments of shear brilliance that had to ignored for the fact her mind would conveniently remind her it WAS class.

Lex almost told it to slow up, let them enjoy it a little longer but before she could make up her mind on this matter the Hippogriff caught sight of its friends and broke into a winged sprint, cutting the air like it was nothing.

"Heeeyyy!!" SLOW DOWN!! It was going to kill the ride for her and it didn't seem to care. Admittedly, she'd have loved this speed were it not for what the speed would mean in the end...which was...right...about....

Now.

Without telling it to, Lex could feel the Hippogriff descending once again as they approached the finish line. Figures. There was nothing to be done about it now, nothing, just...sit there and wait to be told to dismount. A small ride wouldn't hurt anyone and the Hippogriff hadn't outright told her she was heavy so Lex stayed mounted while she waited for the others to join them.