Refia didn't notice Delita slowing down as she rose slightly in the stirrups to peer ahead over Alfa's neck and try to get an early glimpse of the forest. And when she did, she wasn't disappointed.

It wasn't exactly like the ones at home, but it was close - small gatherings of trees, grouped together in an unlikely spot, vaguely circular in shape; she thought she spied a flash of tail feathers disappearing inside as well. Refia let out a purely delighted noise, almost a squeak, a smile lighting her face, and she didn't argue Alfa's increase in speed, as if the bird were as eager to arrive as she was.

This was going to be wonderful.