Out in the plains centaur are sparring in heaving armours.

Roleplaying something higher, recreating a history they have no
control over now. We can't change how this happened.
We can grieve it. Armor is decorated in tassels, we can build ourselves into bigger figments. Metal bounds off metal with sharp noises
that remind me of morning birds.

I always loved seeing them out in the field. I would
help make their armours, and dress them, it's not a one person task, but I preferred to just watch on the day. When everything is
put on they're gigantic, they'd use these poles to puppet helmets and limbs, the shape of their bodies changes entirely. They'd frolic like it was weightless, and charge, and the noise alone was heavy but then you'd really feel the weight of their armour and bodies crashing into eachother.

You could hear it from miles away, It'd probably scare a newcomer, I'd never seen anything like it before. I think the first one I saw they were storying Auberon and Abaddon, the metal never bent to the crashes, nothing ever gave way or caved, and after the vibrations eased out they'd dance. I knew it had to be a love story.

Feldspar, what dies grows ever below.

- Everett
Wayfairer, currently of the plains

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Icon source: Vintage Colima Dancing Dogs, png from Rubylane's 'Time Traveller Antiques' store. Rubylane / Pinterest Archive