Temple Street

Arty looks up and smiles, closing his book.
"Hello, Libra. I've been meaning to thank you. Chadwick has been doing wonderfully since you helped his mind.
And no, I don't have a dress. Centaurs don't worry about clothes much, especially on things that go past the waist. I suppose you could cut out the back and it might fit over a build like ours? Either way, they're a feminine thing in most cultures, and I'm no mare. I can't even talk to one!" he says with a small laugh.