Dahlia giggled as Derek tossed her on his back. "Want a horseback ride?" he asked, flashing his charismatic smile.

"Sure!" chirped Dahlia. "Whee!" she cried as Derek trotted along the grove, his dark fur shining.

"Here. . ." said Ethan, a shy palomino, sheepishly as he handed Dahlia some Ecuadorian roses. "These are for you. . ."

"Thanks!" Dahlia said, smelling them. "They're lovely." Suddenly she leaped off of Derek's back. "Henry, Joel! Come see what I've been working on!" She pulled out her wand as the other two centaurs galloped over, Henry a gorgeous chestnut and Joel an Andalusian. "Accio vase!" A vase flew over the trees, filled with wilting dandelions.

"Hope no one misses these," Dahlia said, laying the dandelions gently on the ground. She adored her knew centaur friends, especially Derek, whom she'd met first. "Perfect; it still has water in it!" She walked over to the spot where Cassia and James crouched. "I'll set it-" Suddenly she stopped. "Someone's here," she whispered to the centaurs in Greek, a language they could all speak fluently. But so could Cassia.

"She knows we're here!" Cassia whisper-shouted to James.

James turned pale. "Go with Fang. If I'm not back by dinner. . . Tell my family I love them." He shooed Cassia away. "Go now!" he said quietly, pulling out his wand, as the centaurs cautiously drew their bows. . . Marching towards the hiding pair.