Aria’s POV
I’d never felt anything like it before. Over the years my aunts had graciously allowed me to take a few donkey rides at the county fair which took place nearby each summer. It was a slow, boring and smelly ordeal. Riding Westley was nothing like that... at all. It had to be the most terrifying and exhilarating feeling in the entire universe.
The beast... Westley, I guess... was majestic. Even seated he was taller than me. And his fur, my gosh, his fur was so beautiful. When I had first spotted him hours earlier from afar, he appeared simply black and white. From up close, though, I could see that where his white snout and belly bordered the rest of his jet black fur were actually kaleidoscopes of color - white, silver and every shade of gray swirling together. What’s more, wh
