Technically yes, practically no

You nestle into the sphinx’s fur, simply enjoying the ride and having the first pleasant time since arriving on the island. The sphinx’s fur is warm but not unpleasantly so, soft, and the breeze called upon by your mount’s running is pleasant and keeps you cool beneath the baking sun. However, your legs quickly become sore and stiff, and your pelvis takes something of a pounding at the sphinx’s thudding run. You’re just glad it moves with the soft pad of a cat rather than the pounding hooves of a horse, else your legs would likely have dislocated by now. You may have fallen asleep at some point, for the baking sun makes you drowsy, because the next thing you know the sphinx has stopped.

You feel a slight sense of vertigo as the desert monster crouches in the sand. “We have arrived.”

You blink and drowsily and slide off the sphinx’s back reflexively. Your limp a little, trying to **** the stiffness from your legs.

Looking up, your jaw drops in shock. You can only stare at where you are. Soft grassy fields stretch out of the golden sand and extend before you like a carpet of life. Filled with flowers of all shapes and sizes, all of them beautiful and suspiciously cultivated, the scenery rolls into pleasant hillocks and some looming mountains further on. Sitting in the east, some tall bright trees sway in a cool breeze coming from the north, and what appears to be a shining castle like something out of a fairy tale rises like a beacon of hope in the heartlands of this country. Songbirds can be heard from somewhere, though God knows exactly where; merrily tittering.

“Wha…where the hell!” You whirl on the sphinx. “What the hell! This is Mystic Meadows! You were supposed to take me to the Black Forest!”

You falter on seeing the monster’s sharp toothed smile. “Mhm. Is that so? My my,” he chuckles. “But, I only promised to carry you to the tree line. And…” the handsome hybrid tilts his sculpted features towards the Meadow’s sparse woodlands nearby. “I do believe I did take you to THIS tree line.”

“But…but that’s cheating!”

The monster chuckles, resuming his superior and imperial tone with you. “On the contrary my dear. You did not specify. However,” he grins again and looks your way slyly. “If you like, I suppose we can have another riddle game. So, what say you, hunter?”