The centaur galloped down the cliff, her four hooves digging into the soil in sequence as she came close enough to be seen. Trent had already recognized her by the white hair and the substantial amount of Mana radiating from her. Just as he predicted, she wasn't charging to assault; instead, she slowed her speed on approach and simply tramped her hooves front and back, stopping ten feet away from Trent.
"Nightingale, we meet again," Doco said, her voice exuberant with power. Her breasts appeared larger and rawer than before. "I remember seeing you take off on the back of a Dragon. A beautiful sight, one that only a few indigenes could witness," she added. "How do you do?"