[There's no more words from the centaur. At the word run, his pace picks up. A speedy trot at first, nothing too fast. Fiore needs to adjust to the movement, and he is careful to make sure that all of his hair does not smack her in the face.
It's after a few minutes of that that Chiron really breaks into a run. His hooves thunder over the ground, slamming down again and again, speeding ever forward. To run like this for no reason at all, there is such a lightness to it that Chiron has nearly forgotten the sheer joy of it all.
Conversing over this much noise is hard, but not impossible.]
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It's after a few minutes of that that Chiron really breaks into a run. His hooves thunder over the ground, slamming down again and again, speeding ever forward. To run like this for no reason at all, there is such a lightness to it that Chiron has nearly forgotten the sheer joy of it all.
Conversing over this much noise is hard, but not impossible.]
How are you doing?