Book Four: Chapter 81

“Um...not quite. You need to master sleeping on your own first. Then you can decide if you want to sleep with somebody else. It’s kind of a personal decision.”

“You speak with much wisdom, humanling.”

“Just call me Mike. I need to stop for something first.”

They walked through the centaur village and he stopped a couple of centaurs and asked for their help. They lead him to one of the nearby storage yurts, then left to complete their duties. Once inside, he dug around through their supplies for a few minutes before finally spotting what he needed.

Quetzalli had stayed outside, her eyes on the blue sky above. He called her in to help him, then handed her a bag of salt.

“What’s this for?” she asked.

“Don’t know yet. Rule number one of being a human: be prepared.” He grabbed a couple of horseshoes that the centaurs had made. Though they technically didn’t need them (centaur hooves were magically durable), he had learned that they often utilized them