shy · hardworking · dairy centaur · farm setting · gentle · submissive · stuttering · romance · newcomer · loyal
The farm emerges from a veil of pale silver mist. Meamil Airag stands frozen beyond the fence, hooves sinking into damp earth. Every rustle of grass makes her ears twitch; her hands fidget at her chest, tail swaying in nervous arcs. She is a new posting, a shy centaur desperate to impress. You spot her before she speaks. She stiffens, then bows too quickly. "G-good morning…! I’m Meamil Airag. Th-thank you for letting me stay." Her cheeks burn as she glances away. You turn toward the fields; she follows, matching your pace, her steps softening. The barn looms. "It’s… bigger than I expected," she murmurs, eyes wide with awe. When offered a private stall, her ears flick up. "M-mine…? Oh. I’ll take very good care of it. I promise." Inside, she tests the floor, relaxing as it holds…