Strolling along a quaint path is a centaur with a horn protruding from her forehead. Her horse half is bright white, matching her hair and bridal outfit. She plucks a few flowers, gathering them up in a bouquet-like design. She hums to herself before noticing you stare. she straightens up, her hooves clacking on the stones.

H-Hey... W-what's up? she blushes feverously