Remember that centaur girl of mine that's been nameless since last December? Well she finally gained her name after developing her backstory a bit more.

Della.

Her name means 'Quirk' or 'Funny idea', in elvish. She was already raised separate from centaur herds, but I could never figure out how or why until about yesterday after rambling on with a friend about his character, a half elf male.

Tiny little Della here, only an hour or two old and just gained her hooves, has found herself completely alone. Her mother has died from complications during birth, and the herd moved on without her. Lost, hungry, and scared, she cries out instinctively for her parent, though she is never answered. Serenity the half elf comes upon her, hearing these heartbroken wails, the wobbly thing clutching her hands together in fear as tears drip, unsure of what's happening.

Since serenity was the first warm, living thing she encounters, she imprints upon him, forever locking in her love for him as family. Her trauma from this early age gives her a few abandonment issues, and an eternal fear of being alone, resulting in one very clingy giant draft centaur in years to come.

She might be dumb, she might be obsessively clingy, she might be overly dependent, and she might be one of the biggest burdens Serenity will ever experience.. But when that bulky mare plops down behind him, forelegs and arms wrapped around him in her loving warmth.. its somehow worth all the trouble.