“Umm...wh-who are you?” I asked, trying not to be very sarcastic or mean, because obviously he saved my life and obviously, why would I want to be rude to a face like this?
He smiled and said, “My name is Skychaser, but you can just call me Sky...or Chaser," he said coolly.
I grinned and laughed nervously and said, “Well, Sky, you’re very strong.”
He smiled, showing pearl-white teeth and then looked up and concentrated on where we were going, still somewhat smiling. I don’t know where we were going, but there was something reassuring about the way he made sure I was comfortable as well as not falling to the ground.
About ten minutes later, we arrived at some sort of pure white, clean looking palace that seemed to be balancing on clouds, as well as floating on its own. I don’t know how that was possible, but I got the feeling that I didn’t want to overthink it.
Finally, we could see a runway made of marble looking material. The Pegasus eventually landed bumpily onto the marble while slowing down to a stop. Sky gingerly set me down onto the ground and my legs wobbled, but I stood.
“T-thanks,” I said, I still quite didn’t recover and take in everything that just happened. I guess I’m going to have to start believing now. Dreams don’t interrupt thoughts. I didn’t even know I could think in dreams. Guess not.
 I’m actually pretty impressed with this guy. I don’t think I could have caught someone with giant wings while on a Pegasus, might I add, with no reins or no saddle or anything.
 And, by the way, I do have the tendency to overthink things. A lot.