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Nephelle was aware that there were hooves coming behind her. She did not want to seem fearful, and so she turned her head when he was close. She hid part of her face behind a lock of her dark hair. She blinked in surprise. This was the last centaur she expected--the duke who had willed to trample her earlier that day.

She would have to keep with her disguise, for the sake of her survival. She tossed the hair away from her face and turned herself around. Her face was not as disguised as her hair or body. She schooled the muscles in her face to hold differently, and be altogether tighter so she would appear younger. Although she doubted that he had gotten a good look of her face on the beach.

She widened her nostrils and could smell blood on his breath. His words intrigued her and she was excited about the prospect of discussing the repercussions of her spell with him. "I was not someone important, before… the change," she replied. She would not call it a curse, because that offended her sorceress sensibilities. "I was a peasant, a nobody. But, here in this group, it looks like everyone is equal among nobles and peasants. What does it matter who I was?" She cast an eye over the knightly trappings he still wore.