So this was what a human place looked like!
Eyes wide and mouth agape, Rowan gawked as he cantered down the city streets, hooves clip-clopping--though he also had to keep watching where he was going. The humans were so tiny! If he wasn't careful, he might step on them and break them, and that sure wouldn't do! Most seemed wise enough to get out of his way, though, and that just left him competing with the horses and their riders, wagons, and carriages.
A centaur of Clydesdale proportions, Rowan was larger than most of those delicate horses.
People were staring at him but he hardly noticed. This was too exciting and he didn't even know what to do first! He heard humans made excellent mead. Maybe a tavern? Ah, but the buildings looked so tiny, too, and--
He turned a corner, and that was when he saw her and came to a dead stop, ears pricking forward and eyes widening.
She was small, delicate. She looked like a horse but couldn't be--her tail was different, and what horse had a pattern like that? He'd heard of striped horses further south, but this one had only striped legs and buttocks, and her face was painted.
She looked lovely and exotic and like no centaur he had ever seen.
He stared. Long and openly, frozen in the middle of the road and forcing people to walk around him, muttering angry complaints. For a moment, he lost all ability to speak.
She was gorgeous.
Finally, he willed his legs to carry him forward, tried to will his tongue to form words. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to think of something smooth, something suave, something that would make a good first impression.
He lifted his hand and waved. "H-hi..."
