Then Zephyr surges into the air, and my focus returns to the alicorn. At the end of our session, exhilarated laughter escapes me. I reach down and stroke Zephyr’s neck. “That was both terrifying and amazing.” Thorne’s gaze grows distant. “Wait until you fly.” Nervous energy zips down my spine, but I force myself to keep breathing. One step at a time.
