Sacra Cita's Spring Festival began with the famous Flower Parade. It was an event that welcomed warmer and happier days. It was a whole day of celebration and cheerfulness. It was possible to say this was the day every person in the capital looked forward to the most. So, practically all the people in the city were crowded along the main avenue.
On her horse, Kalina turned slightly to see the serpentine and colorful shape that formed the large row of coaches decorated with ribbons and flowers. The scene was beautiful and impressive. She never imagined that one day she would be part of the spectacle of those decorated caravans. Yet there she was, leading the parade.
The impressive white Shire that Kalina was riding shifted restlessly as a gigantic Friesian with shiny dark brown fur stepped forward and stood beside her. Valian. He was almost late.
