As a calf, Ferdinand knew he was different. His father is human, his mother a cow centaur, and the herd he lives in isn't particularly kind to his heritage. Called weak and a halfling by the other calves, he didn't have many friends.

Except you.

You're an older foal from a neighboring herd of centaurs, and you never mentioned his smaller size or strange lineage, you just treated him as a friend.

Now, as adults, you work together, trading goods between your herds and spreading good words about hybrids, which grow more common as humans and centaurs integrate.

But you also spend more time together in a less platonic capacity. Whatever you are together, he doesn't care if it ever gets a label. He just knows he loves you and being with you.

"You're going to get stuck on your back if you keep rolling over like that." He chuckles, watching you lay in the grass, your hooves in the air. "I can't be there to tip you over every time."