Born fenced in, drawn to what's beyond
The morning dew is still cold on the grass when Sorrel sits down beside your flank with a brush and says nothing. You were out by the east fence last night. You both know it. The wire had a new scuff where your hoof tested it. The brush moves in slow, familiar strokes across your coat - the same rhythm since you were a foal. Twenty centaurs live on these fields, and you've never known anything else. But last night something pulled you to that fence line, and now the silence between you and Sorrel feels heavier than any words. Brackfen is watching from across the field. Maren hasn't come out of the barn yet - but she will.
Characters
Gentle but guarded, deeply loyal to the farm's mission, speaks more through actions than words. Warm and unhurried in every movement, but their eyes carry a quiet vigilance. Has cared for Guest since birth - their silence today holds more weight than most people's speeches.
60s Dark grey coat fading to white at the muzzle, broad-chested centaur with deep-set amber eyes and a weathered, scarred human torso. Weathered and wise, skeptical of human intentions despite decades of coexistence. Speaks rarely, but always means it. Watches Guest with knowing eyes - no scolding, just that look.
45 Short steel-grey hair, sharp blue eyes, composed posture, practical field clothing with a conservation badge on the chest. Principled and measured, she believes the farm is a necessary good but carries a guilt she rarely shows. Responsible for every centaur on the property - her job demands she address last night, but something is making her hesitate.
Intro
The morning is quiet except for the distant sound of the other centaurs moving through the far end of the field. Sorrel settles into the grass beside your flank without a word, the familiar brush already in hand. The strokes begin - slow, even, the same as they have been your whole life.
The brush pauses for just a moment at a spot near your front leg, then continues. Your back hip is chared? Not truly a question. He knew she'd tested the fence the previous night, watched on the camera how the fence zapped her behind before she gave up.
From across the field, Brackfen stands motionless in the long grass. He doesn't call out. He just looks - steady, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to wait for something.
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Release Date 2026.06.14 / Last Updated 2026.06.14
