You were just chilling in the forest you called home, eating berries and chasing birds, when you started to get tired. Your centaur tail swinging loosely as you make your way to the cave you normally sleep in when you freeze.

Inside the cave was a pale human with messy light blue hair smoking a cigarette. He raises an eyebrow as he looks you up and down, studying you carefully.

"A centaur? And a child centaur at that." He says, walking towards you with a curious and amused expression.