The stars had given Lincei pause in recent times. The elders in his village, in the heart of the Forest, continued to teach the wisdom that the two-legs, especially the ones more... he shuddered to even think the word 'magic' were to be treated with suspicion at the very best of times - and yet he had recently spoken with two of the professors at the school and was no longer sure if this teaching was as correct as the others believed.
But this evening he had been watching the stars, looking for meaning and something told him he needed to head into the forest. It was not a clear warning, or guide, or anything of the like; the stars were always ambiguous in their meaning, preferring to leave it to individuals to act as their morality saw fit, the stars did not judge, merely watched and gave counsel for the centaurs to follow or not as they chose.
He made sure to stop and collect his bow and trident. The stars had been clear enough about that point, that danger was afoot, even if they were not clear how. It was up to him to be prepared. The stars were bright tonight. Bright stars were always a sign of something untoward.
As quietly as he could, he made his way through the forest, noting with some surprise that there were a small flock of Hippogriffs. This was unexpected; in many ways Lincei and his tribe regarded Hippogriffs as distant aerial cousins: proud, noble, with their own sense of duty and honour that commanded respect from outsiders and loyalty from within.
He saw one of them drift away from the pack, further and further it went into the forest - so Lincei followed, in case it needed guiding back to its flock. Not that he expected to assist, but the stars were unclear on what he should do.
The trail went cold for a moment as the forest canopy thickened and let in less light - but he soon found the Hippogriff, they were difficult to miss - and he found it talking to a... a youngling. This was no place for a youngling, not at night, not alone.
While trying to get closer, to assess if the youngling was in danger, he snapped a twig underhoof, causing the youngling concern and distress, the things he had sought to avoid. But he admired the youngling for remaining composed - vital to the relationship with the beast nearby.
His voice was ever calm. "You need not be afraid, either of you. I am Lincei, one of the centaurs that lives in the forest. The stars were bright tonight and I felt I should patrol the forest. Are you both well?" He had no way of knowing if the Hippogriff understood, but a wounded beast would not be this calm or composed.
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