"Oh, I don't mind," Ariadne said, trotting along after Christine. Her braid slipped over her shoulder, bouncing against her back like a filly's tail. "I like walking."

She liked running, actually. The feel of the wind rushing past her face reminded her of what it was like to fly.

"I can't think of how I could have ended up in a kingdom I've never heard of," she mused.