Book Five: Chapter 8

“It’s more like they’re going to join me,” she uttered with a grin, then vaulted over the railing. After landing without a sound, she jogged out toward the drums, and was greeted with an enthusiastic cheer.

“She seems happy.” When he heard Beth’s voice, he tensed up a little. Turning around, he saw that she had changed into a peasant blouse with a red skirt that went to her ankles. In each hand was a glass of wine, and she handed one to Mike. “Are you going to dance, too?”

He chuckled, then took the wine. “Nobody wants to see the electric slide.”

“I don’t know. I bet you could get the centaurs to do it with you. Would probably be interesting to watch.” She sipped her wine with a grin.

“Knowing my luck, they’d like it so much that they start doing that instead of what they currently do.” He had seen the centaurs dance on a few occasions, and each time had been exciting. There was one centaur in the tribe that could actually do a backflip, which was apparently