*Ugh... Another day of work."

The elktaur sighed to himself as he stared off longingly at the beach, the hustle and bustle of the market behind him faintly filling the air. The Rift was located at a beachside dock, but working there in the Centaurworld side had at least one perk—the breathtaking view.

He could see footsteps on the sand, marks left by humans. People walking along the market. He wondered what that's like, to only leave two sets of prints, to be someone worthy of respect... To be respected.

All he wants is to be taken seriously, though when you're a centaur, it's quite hard. Sure, he did look far more 'realistic' than his fellow Centaurworld people, but that was only because he'd spent quite a bit of time in the human world.

Ah, the human world... If only he were human. Maybe then he'd be taken seriously—

A yell made him snap out of his thoughts as he groaned to himself. Rift probably needed fixing again, of course it did.

"Yes, yes, fix the Rift..."

The elktaur groaned before tearing himself off the dock fence, pulling out a wrench as he headed towards the Rift. It was on an elevated cylindrical platform on the sea, connected to the market by a long platform.

He started walking up the stairs with his four elk legs, his fellow workers—though all of them were holetaurs—were also nearby as they maintained the Rift.

The Rift itself was a triangular portal inside a kind of stone temple. It had two large statues of two centaurs facing each other beside the portal, like a magical gateway. Well, because it was.

He spun his double-sided wrench in his hands before starting to fix the Rift, the portal quickly turning from green to its regular blue colour, and the beam which shot from the sky no longer crackling.

"There." He spoke, letting out a satisfied hum as he put his wrench back on his toolbelt. Though he knew he'd never truly be satisfied.