Kimari was rather edgy as she made her way through the city of Ilia, wondering why she had gone there in the first place. She needed to find some things to take with her as she planned to travel somewhere, she could be sure that no one would trail her. Going through a bustling city wasn’t likely a smart idea, as she was trying to escape her old life, not wanting to be recognized by anyone, or to be identifiable if anyone came and asked about a Centaur such as herself. She had a blanket over her horse body, for the most part, but her white marked red fur was still visible, unfortunately for her.
As she walked, she pulled her hood up some, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone. She doubted that any of these people knew her, since she was from one of a few small herds from back where she had come from. Not too many folks would even know of the small families. She knew that some of the scouts from back home would surely be looking for her, as she had vanished without a single word. And, being the daughter of the leader of her herd, gave them more reason to come searching for her. ’They won’t find you… You’ll be fine.’ The young centaur woman kept telling herself.
She was careful not to bump into anyone or be bumped by anyone. She didn’t want the blanket to slide from her back, since she had only just draped it over her horse half. She was expecting, but it wasn’t overly obvious just yet. The young centaur woman knew that was the reason she had to leave home. She hoped for things to go well enough, but she knew that it would be hard for her on her own. Especially with a foal on the way.
She mused to herself, so much so that she wasn’t paying attention to much around her. At least not in detail. She didn’t pay mind to the fact that there was another set of hooves making their way towards her. Being in the city, she hadn’t much reason to think anything of the hooves. She just assumed that it was a rider on horseback. That irked her, but she knew that there wasn’t anything that she could do to change the way that humans and other bipedal races used horses for transportation.
Kimari walked straight on, choosing to ignore the sound of hooves, until she felt someone bump right into her. This startled her and she looked from beneath her hood. She quickly realized that it was another centaur and she almost had a panic attack. However, this one was not anyone she recognized from any of the small family groups she had known all her life. She was still cautious, though. She had no way of knowing who this centaur knew. She pulled her hood back but was still unsure if she should have done that, knowing that if anyone took in her appearance, they could help identify her beyond just a centaur with paint markings. She managed to get out a “hello,” although wasn’t sure she wanted to talk too much. Small chat, perhaps, but she was not going to say of where she came for, nor speak of where she was going. Kimari did not want to risk her herd finding where she went.