Now the dream comes to Taryn! Oh the inhumanity! What devilry lies in store for them? We shall see. Anyway, I thought I would take some time to add a bit of the critical day-to-day maintenance of centaurs here, including taking care of their feet. As you can imagine, it takes a lot of work to keep a horse upright and walking, and I hope I capture some of that here. I never mentioned it before now in the previous book because I didn't give myself space and time for it, but here we go!&nbsp;<br /><br />please, please, Please comment! Let me know what you think of this piece and my other works!&nbsp;<br /><br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651549138" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-9-Guilt-Trips-651549138" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 9: Guilt Trips</strong>CHAPTER NINE<br />Guilt Trips.<br />Sylvie felt lost in thought, which was a new feeling for her, she had to admit. Normally, she considered herself to be a person of action, but now action wouldn't help and she couldn't count on anyone else to help think the problem through.<br />No, that wasn't true, Taryn would help. In fact, she'd been trying to help, but even she seemed to think that the warning was only a bad dream, and it wasn't. If Sylvie doubted anything else, it wasn't that. So what could she do?<br />Could she go to her parents? They'd called that morning while Sylvie was having her hooves done and talked for a few minutes before they'd had to go to one meeting or another. Both of them had scolded her for letting her cell die, much more than breaking down Taryn's front door. She promised she'd never let it die again, and charged it fully before walking out--she just wasn't into soaps herself. Taryn had tried to come with her, and while she wouldn't have minded, she didn't want to come between h</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="651533784" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-7-The-Tiger-Comes-651533784" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 7: The Tiger Comes</strong>CHAPTER SEVEN<br />The Tiger Comes<br />Taryn sighed as she settled on her &quot;couch&quot;; an old sofa back that had been removed from the main body and attached to soft cushions on the floor with a flap of durable nylon, and then covered with patterned fabric in the form of eagles; with her mother in the comfy chair next to her. She was pretty sure that her face showed none of the turmoil that was going on in her head. She pretended to watch soaps while inside her mind was turning over and over the last conversation she had with Sylvie. Her friend's demeanor at their last encounter was worrisome now that she had time to think better. She had been too...preoccupied with other...things, to have paid as close attention as she should have.<br />&quot;Honey, why so red?&quot; Gaah! She hadn't meant to blush! Curse these reflexes!<br />&quot;I'm fine Mom. Honestly. Just a...umm...good scene. That's all.&quot; Could she have stammered anymore? Taryn wanted to knock her head against a wall, especially when he</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>