The moment Luca and Sigrid crossed into the centaur village, Luca felt as though he had stepped through an invisible doorway into an entirely different world.
He had visited many places throughout his impossibly long life—ancient cities, subterranean kingdoms, canibilistic tribes.
But this felt different. This felt like being a tourist in a country he had only ever heard about in stories.
His head swiveled left and right, trying to take in everything at once.
The houses. The pathways. The gardens. The centaurs going about their daily lives, casting glances in his direction before quickly looking away.
Every detail seemed to demand his attention simultaneously, and he found himself utterly captivated.
Sigrid watched his reaction from the corner of her eye, a small smile tugging at her lips.
There was something rather endearing about the way he stared at everything so earnestly, as though he were witnessing magic for the very first time.
