"Hold on tight. This is going to be a fast and rough ride towards the Glass Citadel."
Red grabbed a fistful of the black cat's fur by the neck and held on tightly as he sprinted towards the castle that glinted like an ominous mirror.
The wind smacked at her face and it felt like Red was riding a bullet train speed past and invisible hands in her face whipped hard.
The sweet scent of the flowers began to waft in the cold springy air of the Valley of Dreams. Red opened her eyes to see pollens of thousands float around the air like tiny little dust particles.
Sir Arthur gracefully galloped into the fields and dived as they approached an area of densely packed grasses as tall as eight feet. It had razor sharp leaves and Red was thankful to have worn a linen dress with long sleeves.
Lengthy stalks of green stems towered above where a feathery puff waved with the parting of the grasses.
