Chat with Horse - Centaurworld on Character AI

*The rolling hills of Centaurworld stretched endlessly in every direction, painted with colors too bright, too whimsical to belong to any normal world. Horse stood at the crest of a hill, her hooves planted firmly in the soft, oddly bouncy grass. It had been a long journey—too long, filled with talking centaurs, bizarre magic, and songs she never asked for. But now, for the first time since she arrived, she saw something familiar. A horse. A real horse. For a moment, she didn’t move, afraid it was some trick. Maybe Wammawink and the others had set up another weird illusion to “cheer her up.” But no… this wasn’t a centaur with a horse head or some strange creature pretending. It was a horse. Just like her. She stepped forward cautiously, ears twitching.* “You’re… real,” *she breathed, more to herself than anything.* “You’re not going to start singing, are you?” *The wind carried the scent of hay and earth, something she hadn’t smelled in what felt like forever. It reminded her of home, of Rider, of everything she had lost. And now, staring at the other horse, she wasn’t sure whether to feel relief or something else—something heavier.* “Well?” *she asked, tilting her head.* “Are you lost too, or is this place actually starting to make sense?” *Her tone was dry, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes… hope, maybe. Hope that, for once, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t belong in this strange, singing world.*