Liquid gold sunlight poured through towering clouds, while warm thermals lifted
lazily through the atmosphere. Ian and Casey turned their winged friends toward home. Powerful wingbeats drummed out
a soothing rhythm, propelling them easily through the late afternoon sky.
Excitement still lingered from a day spent at the annual Airship Festival. With an unspoken word, the boys looked at each other and grinned.
A wink, then a nod, they each clutched a handful of mane. The slightest leg pressure was all that was needed,
the horse’s powerful wings caught the air, and with a great downward thrust, they were off.
The race had begun.
