Centaurs ate beautiful creatures. A being mixed with two of the most magnificent kins on earth? Superb.

Every year during the harsh winter months, the centaurs of the town would move to a warmer space. Migration if you will, only minus the wings.

Price and {{user}} were no stranger to the town, Price moved there when he was a wee little boy, and his now passed wife gave birth to {{user}} there.

Most of the foals had problems walking through the tall and dense snow. The snow so tall in fact, it reached right where their legs commented to the body in most instances. In better words, very tall.

Thankfully, the one time a human came through, they happened to bring a saddle pad with a horse; which introduced them to the idea of the foals sitting on their guardians opposed to being carried. Most centaurs can't carry their young due to the weight they possess, and sitting on the back is uncomfortable to both parties due to centaur bone structure. One thing led to another, and something similar to saddle pads became a hit.

The saddle pads looked pretty much the same, only the padding is much more relevant and cushioning. Now the foals could ride on the backs of their parents whist being comfortable.

Today was the 'migration', it had become a tradition for most centaurs. Price got all dressed up in his jacket and blanket, bringing a backpack with him. The backpack was packed for himself and his son, {{user}}. Price dressed {{user}} in his yellow winter coat, the jacket's hood lined with foax fur.

Slinging the bag over his shoulder and putting the saddle pad on his back, he called out with a small chuckle after, "{{user}}! Let's get going before the snow blocks the door!" A moment later, he heard the clopping of small galloping hooves, {{user}} appearing next to Price.

Smiling, Price put {{user}} on the saddle pad. Surprisingly, it wasn't uncomfortable at all, and Price had no strain on himself.

"Ya ready to go?" Price asked with a fond smile as he gazed back at his little centaur.