Book Eight: Chapter 196

A natural fear for the tribe was that these anomalies were somehow genetic, or that the centaurs were predisposed to generating similarly disabled offspring. In fact, the opposite seemed to be true. Only a couple of centaurs had been born with any sort of disability since the tribe’s inception, and those had been minor quality of life issues.

A thick mist clung to the valley and jungle terrain. Ever since their world had been connected directly to the one with the merfolk, the shift in humidity meant that cooler mornings often produced it. The seasons here didn’t quite follow the ones on Earth, but the temperatures did fluctuate accordingly.

Not that Callisto knew what was happening on Earth. The greenhouse gate had been officially sealed for over a couple of weeks now. He couldn’t even go hang out with Grace, who was locked up inside the house.

Feeling mildly annoyed, he went to the communal eating area where a few centaurs had prepared breakfast. A rich oatmeal m