“Amy! What are you doing here!?” An angry sounding centaur yells as she approaches Fiona and Amy.
“Mum!” Amy said in shock. She looked around wildly as though she were about to run.
“I told you to stay at home young lady.”
“Yes Mum, but I…”
“No, no buts.” The older centaur said, “You’re coming home with me right now. And you-!” she said turning to glare at Fiona. “I don’t know how much my daughter may or may not have told you about our city, but you’re coming with us.”
“What!? But- but Miss, I- I-” Fiona stammered before Amy’s mother grabbed her, set her on her horse half and tied Fiona to her with some rope.
“Come on Amy.” The centaur lady said grabbing Amy’s wrist and leaving the village. Amy looked up at Fiona with an apologetic look, it seemed like this wasn’t a good time to talk.
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