Still dragging a bit . . . hoping to have some action next time.


First: Centaur: Hoofing It Part 1Peggy hummed to herself softly as she worked on the belt in front of her. Her workshop was nearly exactly the way she wanted; all her tools in the right places, the bench the right height and size, all of her work tanning and drying in their proper places. The smell of tanning hides and cured leather surrounded her and it was familiar and comforting. Her mind wandered slightly as she continued to carve out the decoration on the belt for Lord Dravin. She had been at the manor of Felix’s father now for a couple of months working and settling in while Felix dealt with the inevitable wedding with Princess Ivette. She now had her workshop and a nice little living space for herself near the Dravin family stables. His Lordship kept her busy working on orders for leatherwork to pay for her keep and the expenses from her disastrous visit to Rock Bay City. She in turn kept track of every order and how much it was worth, and also made sure that his Lordship didn’t know exactly how fas
Previous: Centaur: Hoofing It Part 6Peggy woke up with a strange warmth next to her. She opened her eyes and squinted at the sun peeking through the window. Had she slept until morning from yesterday after zenith? She cleared her throat experimentally. It didn’t hurt quite as much as yesterday. She tested it. “Hello?” Her voice sounded strangely gravelly to herself but at least she had a voice now.
There was a mumble next to her, “G’d mornin’”
She started and looked at where the voice came from. Snuggled up next to her was Agrid. “What . . . what are you doing here?”
“Well, I was sleeping until a few seconds ago.” He yawned and looked at her. “I figured the easiest way to protect you was to sleep here. You’re very warm.” He smiled at her.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Thanks, I guess.” She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “I’m too tired to protest, as long as you didn’t take any liberties.”
“Liberties
Next: Centaur: Hoofing It Part 8Sikke looked out upon the grassy area between the forest and the manor. The grass was stained with blood; human, horse, and centaur alike had been wounded. He didn’t know if any humans had been killed in the battles but he’d lost only two of his fighters. He missed the mares, not for their company but for the fact that every one of them was once a battle trained horse. They may have been female but they were amazing fighters and could do quite a bit of damage if they were so inclined. But, they were with the younglings and that’s where they were the best, protecting the young and defenseless. The other one he missed was Jori, though they’d been just patching themselves up like the old days before they had a healer. It was good for the herd to realize that every little scratch wasn’t going to be healed up without scars. Scars were a badge of honor to show what you survived. He still missed her though, her company was always welcome and she was very good at

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