The heavy pounding of hooves hitting the road echoed against the buildings in town. But, more telling was what wasn't there, the snorting that usually comes from a horse at full flight. That was because it wasn't exactly a horse. It was something different.
It meant Master Garney had finished with his lessons and had run out of errands to be done and went on to his own work, leaving Gadelvi to her own devices. Which, if you asked most of the townsfolk, was a dangerous situation.
Gadelvi was going nothing to ease their worries, galloping along at a fast clip, taking a sharp turn into an alley every now and then. The contents of her saddle-like harness banged lightly against her sides: a rope, a pouch to hold small miscellenea, and of course, her sword. And her bow and quiver were also in their customery spot, strapped firmly to her back.
She had a couple close calls as she lunged through the streets. A cart she almost hit in the side while skidding into an alley. a fellow that almost stepped out a tavern door as she was running by. A lady who'd bent down to pick up something in the road, forcing the centaur to vault over her. She must not have been to thrilled with the stunt, because she could hear her shouting something to her, the most she could make out as "crazy beast" and "be chained up."
Gadelvi snorted. What did they know? This was serious training! If something ever happened in town, she needed to be able to manuver through it's narrow streets at a frightening speed. She couldn't afford to lose time making turns or making her way too gingerly around obstacles.
Granted, nothing had happened for years, it's been quite peaceful for as long as she'd been here...But, if it ever happened, she'd be ready! She'd show them! She'd show them all!
