Book Four: Chapter 157

Kisa looked around to see that everyone playing instruments had joined in, and a much bigger song was now emerging.

“It’s pretty interesting,” Dana said, raising her voice to be heard. “I asked them about it once. They call it ‘One Herd.’ Their music is a lot like their other traditions, and they do this to represent the various tribes coming together to act as one giant herd. Wait until you see them dance, they do this thing—”

Dana was still talking as Kisa slid out of her chair and approached the bonfire. The centaurs were grouping up now and forming a giant circle around the stack of wood. Up above, the sky was darkening, and the beat of the drums resonated through her entire body.

“Is like heartbeat,” the old man told her, his firm hands on her hips. They were standing in front of a mirror, and she was wearing baggy sweats with a tank top that was tight enough that she could see her own ribs through it. “Let heartbeat of music move whole body, not just arms