Racing : In 100 Words

“Faster, Driggle!” Meri cried gleefully in his ear, tears wicking from wind-burnt eyes. The whiskery bobbed his head in reply, and together, girl and beast tore through scarlet-streaked clouds.

Meri’s hands were wrapped securely in the traces and her knees clutched tightly to Drig’s torso, squeezing up just above the sunset-scaled wings currently whipping up hurricane-force winds in their wake. 

Suddenly, the sky broke open before them, and Mount Orglawn loomed straight ahead. Meri whooped and hollered, urging her mount onward. As eager as his rider, Drig tucked up his wings, made himself whipcord thin and dove toward the finish. 

To be continued...