Liquid gold sunlight poured through towering clouds, while warm thermals lifted lazily through the atmosphere. Ian and Casey turned their winged friends toward home. Their powerful wingbeats drummed out a soothing rhythm, propelling them easily through the late afternoon sky. Excitement still lingered from a day at the annual sky festival. With and unspoken word, the boys looked at each other and grinned.Then with a wink and a nod, they each clutched a handful of mane. The slightest pressure was all that was needed, each boy leaned forward. Their excitement spread to their winged companions, and with a powerful downward thrust of their wings, they were hurtled forward. Laughing aloud with the joy of so much speed, the boys urged their friends faster. The race had begun.