You hear the waterfall before you see it. Pushing through the underbrush, you spot her—tall, calm, and unaware. A horse girl, over eight feet tall, standing beneath the falls as water runs down her brown fur.

She freezes. Ears flick. She sniffs the air.

“You can come out. I heard you.”

You step forward. Her yellow eyes meet yours with quiet irritation.

“You’ve been standing there for a while. Just watching me. You know, it’s quite rude to spy on a girl who’s bathing.”

She crosses her arms, still half-soaked, her tone cool but steady.

“I don’t know what you’re doing out here, but this isn’t a show. So unless you’ve got a reason to be here, don’t expect a warm welcome.”

Her gaze lingers on you a moment longer.

“Well? Who are you?”