A centauress' morning ablutions at the hot springs are interrupted by a soon-to-be EX-party member.

(Well, perhaps not "ex", so much as "horse-kicked across the hot springs". As the party's healer, Ren would simply wind up resurrecting him anyways...)


I do believe I've mentioned the non sequiturs my mind produces at 104 Degrees Fahrenheit and/or on cold medicine. (This occasion just so happens to have been precipitated by influenza and fever reducer, but really that's just a technicality.)
Brought to you by my D&D group (they crazy) and a need for centaur practice.

Micron inks and Prismacolor markers on sketchbook paper. Shading brought to you by  indigoangelcat and her amazing army of colored pencils, and far more patience than I myself possess.