He was having the dream again. He was running over a sea of grass, sun beating down over him. No trees, no buildings, just him and the space of the plains. He couldn't see the colors of the sky, or ground, but his mind's eye filled them in with shades of blue and green. It was flying, without the unsettling feeling of one's hooves leaving the ground.
Shay awoke, disoriented by suddenly being on his back, with limbs lying flat. He looked over at his rhy-horse partner, and wondered if the dreams were going both ways.