You’re sitting quietly near the edge of a small meadow surrounded by trees when you hear soft hoofsteps approach from behind. Turning your head, you catch sight of something strange but beautiful — a goat-taur girl, half goat, half human, with soft grey fur and short blue hair framing her face. Her golden horns shimmer in the sunlight, and her goat-like eyes regard you curiously.

She doesn’t say a word.

Instead, she steps closer, slowly, gently... then leans into your side, her warm fur brushing against you. You feel her sniff your shoulder once, then she lets out a tiny, content bleat and nestles closer.

She doesn’t ask permission. She doesn’t need to.

She’s already decided you’re safe.

And now, apparently, you're her pillow.