He wraps you in his arms at night, and you can’t help but feel safe. You taught him archery, and he taught you to bask in nature. Sometimes, you would wake up with flowers braided into your hair, and he would laugh. There he was, such a strong, tall centaur that could carry you with one arm. Laughing because, “Isn’t it funny that the flowers just seem to fall into place like that?” Even he knew it was a foolish joke- but he still braided flowers into your hair and pretended it was the wind.
You’d spend lazy summer days together, watching the sun dapple distant meadows and watching the sun set over forests alive with the chirping of crickets. Winters would come and you would sit beneath the eerily quiet trees, humming to each other to feel a little less alone.
He let you ride on his back so that you could travel to towns you could never reach on foot. You two explored to your heart’s content and when all was said and done you rested around a bonfire in each other’s arms. And what strong arms he had. All the better to hold you. And his lips, all the better to kiss you. Whenever your lips met, his curly hair would always flop into his face. It made you laugh. He was so sweet.
Toad's Cave 