"Well, we've got a couple of advantages here," Mona said, leaning back in her chair. "First, it was nighttime, and I dunno about you but I'm not sure about anything that I see or hear past midnight! Second, she had just woken up from bad dream, and third, she did indeed own horses. Might be difficult to explain this one if she'd never seen a horse in her life!"

She thought for moment. "Y'know, how did she even reckon that they were centaurs? If I saw a centaur in the dark, I could easily mistake the head and torso of the centaur for the head and neck of a regular horse...if I didn't get a good look at his arms, at least. What say you, Bryson?"