Crimson grins happily at that.

Her and Emberpaw play chase while you wait for the others to return. It's quite nice weather: the sun's out, there's a warm breeze and under the shade of the riverside tree it's perfect. In fact, in the river, you can see silver and brown fish swimming around lazily.

Maybe you could try to catch one while you wait.

"Right." Nicote goes back to the cart and coimbs back up. "Just head to the...whatever its called."

The Wyvern looks at you blankly, his posture miserable as the rain relentlessly pelts down on him.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=57#561 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/27/2019 at 11:00 AM Crimson grins happily at that. Her and Emberpaw play chase while you wait for the others to return. It's quite nice weather: the sun's out, there's a warm breeze and under the shade of the riverside tree it's perfect. In fact, in the river, you can see silver and brown fish swimming around lazily. Maybe you could try to catch one while you wait.

I try hand fishing for a fish.

Nicote hops down. "Know where the center of town is?"

(In braindead sorry i thought it was named soemthing)

You've seen trout tickling done before - and these fish certainly look like trouts.

You lie flat on the riverbank and try to carefully catch one of them. Your first attempt fails, but you try again with another. This time you are able to get close enough to it to flip it out the water.

I got it! Crimson barks excitedly, jumping up into the air and catching one. She bites off half of it and leaves the other bit for you.

Do you want to carry on trying to catch them?

(Ehh... no, I don't think so. Just the centre of town methinks)

The Wyvern bobs his head and turns the cart back around to the way you came, waiting for you to hop back on.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=74910&page=57#567 Author: Falconetti Time Posted: 4/28/2019 at 3:25 AM (Ehh... no, I don't think so. Just the centre of town methinks) The Wyvern bobs his head and turns the cart back around to the way you came, waiting for you to hop back on.

(Eep - forgot to ping)

It's been a long time since you were last here, when you were but a young Centaur growing up in a harsh environment, but it seems as if it hasn't improved at all while you were gone. Thatchburg's clustered houses block out the sight of the open plains beyond - its people bustling around you on their way to wherever it is they're going.



Standing in the busy marketplace, many Centaurs from different Herd Tribes pass, eying each other suspiciously - tension always present even with the Pact of the Central Tribes. How shall you begin?

Hopefully he knows were hes going.nicote hops back on.