As the chariot soared over the magnificent land of Gallopica, the view was not what made Aria beam with delight. Rather, the faces of her two companions were what made her giggle and smile. Harper constantly shifted inside the coach as elation coursed through her veins. She constantly leaned over the edges of the chariot as if to stare at their own shadow below. Every once in a while she would point to a landmark or feature, natural or pony-made, never caring to check to see if the others paid her any attention.

Though Cosmo did not move around as frantically as Harper, his mouth, hanging wide open, made Aria giggle at him still. Certain things caught the stallion's sights, such as the tallest buildings of towns that they passed by, or storming river rapids whose choruses reached up to even their altitude. His gaze seemed especially concerted when the forests drew out the rich green of his vibrant eyes.

“Look, look! The Thornwood Forest! Even when the sun's out it looks all dark and gloomy!” Harper said, leaning over the limits of the coach. “Oh, and look at the Gallopica Mountains! You can see the castle and everything so clearly!”

She rattled on and on like a filly abusing her new-found ability to speak. The other two did not mind, though, as both had their attention already stolen away by the sight of the upcoming city of Cinderwell.

It was a fairly large city, supposedly larger in area than Castlevale itself. Most of its buildings showed similar colors of white and pale yellow, held together by stone foundations and dark, shingled roofs. The edifices, stacked no higher than three stories, reveled in fanciful architecture and design as ancient styles covered the building facades. The tall clock tower rang in welcoming a new hour as the chariot flew over the bustling city square.