Holly sighed. “It’s a pity, because we were almost friends.” The centaur snorted. “Sure. Like you can be friends with a viper.” Holly suddenly shut her helmet visor, hiding her eyes. “You’re right, of course. We could never have been friends. It was circumstance that pushed us together, nothing more.” Foaly patted her shoulder. “That’s the girl. Keep your ears up. Where are you going?” “Tara,” replied Holly. “I’m going to fly. I need the fresh air.”
