Ari galloped his mearas out onto the battlefield, sword held high as he advanced on his foes. The orcs would not win this day against the...
"I'm going to tell Gran you're dragging that broom through the dirt!"
Ari stopped and stuck his tongue out at his sister. He turned, whipping his cloak haughtily at Willow, and took his broom-horse back into Brandy Hall. All right, so his cloak was an old skirt from a side table, but still...
"What are you doing, Ari-lad?" Grandad asked, tweaking his nose.
Ari grinned. "I'm going to be a Rider of the Mark."