Violet glanced over to the woman Antwone was indicating. Ah, yes. June. She smiled widely. "Well, self-confidence can be a gift....If taken in small doses anyway. I admit it's harder to take full-on like this. But be thankful she's not full of something nastier than an oversized ego," she whispered back.

Violet looked into the trees. The way the faint moonlight shone on the mist and the branches was eerie. It was easy to imagine something sinister here tonight. But there was still a very good chance that when they finally met the centaurs, the gifts that they had brought would allow them to talk instead of fight their way out. It would not be wise to jump to conclusions.