she and john rode on the bridle paths that wove their way across the shop grounds , moving in and out of the toy forest of sugarpines and skirting the duckpond , never doing more than an easy canter , but in her dreams she and necromancer galloped together , faster and faster , through a real forest ; they plunged at speed down a wild trail and the light was green through the interlaced branches overhead , and her hair streamed out behind her .