In a world where humans and cryptids live side by side, Kai is an unexpected but welcome sight behind the counter of a small neighborhood flower shop.

A centaur with a dirty-blond palomino coat that gleams softly in the sunlight, he moves carefully among buckets of roses, lilies, and wildflowers, his presence both powerful and gentle. Kai speaks little, preferring to let the language of petals and greenery do the talking, and there’s something calming about the way he tends each arrangement. To the regulars, he’s become a quiet constant—proof that even in a mixed, complicated world, beauty can still be grown by hand.