The younger centaurs, meanwhile, were consumed by a different kind of excitement.
"I feel so much faster!" One declared, sprinting across the clearing and skidding to a stop. "Riley was right! I can run without worrying about every little rock!"
"I feel like I could charge into battle and take on an entire army by myself!" Another shouted, brandishing an imaginary sword.
"Look! Look at this!"
A third centaur had found a large rock and was leaping over it, landing gracefully on the other side.
"Usually, when I jump this high and land, it hurts my hooves! But now—nothing! Not even a twinge!"
Another was walking across deliberately rough terrain—the kind of uneven, rocky ground that would normally have her wincing with every step.
"It doesn't feel awkward at all! I can just walk through everything!"
They were having the time of their lives.
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