Elda stood basking inside the moon's silver glow through her window. She lived on the ground floor because of her body stature. Centaurs were much smaller, with thicker legs that could bend and support the enormous weight compared to normal horses.
"Who is the real Lucian?"
Her bed was part hay, which would support her horse's body and harness to support her human body. She spent most of her earnings to have dwarves create a custom type. They filled its hay with a flower that induced relaxation and her harness used a soft Grade-B monster fur.
"I wonder why he is so vulnerable despite his overwhelming strength?" Elda said as she gazed towards the moon, her face painted with melancholy.
She began remembering back to her small chat with Lucian after he finished training.
He sat beside her as they basked in the moonlight. His body still shimmered with a glossy shine, despite her towel drying him. She watched his gaze focused upon the stars as if in deep thought.