Sarifiona swung onto Christeline and nudged her into a gallop. She rode her all the way home. “Mama,” she saw her grandmother sitting in the chair “your dress is over there Sarifiona”. Just as she had expected it was a tight dress, no doubt it was a beautiful one a deep emerald green that made her red hair and lighter desert skin pop against the forest colour. “See you later” she said as she ran the last bit of her bright red lipstick along her upper lip. Quickly she hurried outside and attempted to pull herself onto Christeline, it wasn’t working. Panicking she decided to try and ride side saddle, she slid right off. As a last resort she took off her mares saddle sticking her high heeled foot onto the corner of a brick she pulled herself up. She was a good enough rider to stay on and be in control even bareback. She pushed her mare from a walk straight into a canter, so it wouldn’t be as bumpy. She set off down the rode
