Flash Fiction # 351 -- Connor of Northgate/35

Antisha stared at the captive centaurs, her face dark with anger. "Yes, they're thin because of the magic Ordin and Galan steal from them," she said.  Rage showed in her eyes, and her voice had grown a little louder.  She fell silent as someone walked by, though.  They sat very still, but the person never looked their way."Isn't this a dangerous place to be with the magic you've used here?