"Never have I known them to mind," he laughs. "But keep that spring in mind, when you're thirsty and your feet ache from the dance."
He pulls back and takes her hand, then tugs her into a run, back over the green meadows to the hidden vale they'd found before. But now, in the evening's last glow, it's filled with the strangest sorts of people: dwarves, clustered around the edges, passing flagons of ale; a naiad kicking her feet in the spring; fauns dancing in a merry circle. Where their dainty cloven hooves step, some moss beneath them blooms into light, and with the moon rising high above and the glowing ground below, there's no call for a fire to light their way.
But, perhaps best of all, there is even a very small herd of three or four real centaurs, observing the dance with indulgent smiles. One is even tapping a front hoof in time with the merry music, his tail swishing back and forth as his companions converse.
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He pulls back and takes her hand, then tugs her into a run, back over the green meadows to the hidden vale they'd found before. But now, in the evening's last glow, it's filled with the strangest sorts of people: dwarves, clustered around the edges, passing flagons of ale; a naiad kicking her feet in the spring; fauns dancing in a merry circle. Where their dainty cloven hooves step, some moss beneath them blooms into light, and with the moon rising high above and the glowing ground below, there's no call for a fire to light their way.
But, perhaps best of all, there is even a very small herd of three or four real centaurs, observing the dance with indulgent smiles. One is even tapping a front hoof in time with the merry music, his tail swishing back and forth as his companions converse.