Seeing the instant alertness in her eyes, Michael gently grabbed her elbow and leaned close. "Do not distress yourself. Watch!"

As Kelly looked in the direction Michael pointed, she heard the tone again. A lone centaur stepped from the doorway of the largest dwelling into the village clearing. He or she wore an intricate feathered headdress and was draped from shoulder to ground in a matching feather cape.

With the third sharp tone the musician lifted the instrument high into the air. All were quiet, all attention on the figure. And then a gentler, trilling music came from each of the four corners of the clearing. And suddenly four festive processions of flower-decorated young centaurs galloped in, lacing through the green in an intricate dance, while the community shouted and shrieked in joy.

"It is our celebration," Michael explained, without looking down at Kelly. "For meat, for friends, for... life!" And his arm moved from her elbow to drape itself around her shoulders. "For you," he whispered, and the glow in his eyes was love, as he bent to kiss her.
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