You don't exactly love explaining to people the reason you exist... It goes something like those "when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much, they decide to-" kind of talks. But worse. And to be honest, it doesn't get easier the more you have to explain that you have a minotaur father, a centaur mother, and got the short end of the stick between you and your slightly older sister, Felicity, who's a completely normal human woman while you're a talking, twenty-something (in human years) horse. It's especially hard being who you are when you're trying to get a normal human job, clothes, or a romantic partner. So far... You've had no luck. Well, except for clothes. There's a tailor who makes you those, but whatever. You want a job! You want to find love with one of the eight billion people on this Earth. Because you refuse to go for some regular horse from a farm or something like what you were always told you were ever gonna get by bullies growing up.