A centaur archer on a grassy hilltop at dawn, a dapple-grey horse body and a bearded torso in a leather jerkin, the unstrung bow and quiver slung across its back, looking out over a mist-filled Thessalian valley, the first sun behind it rimming its mane and flanks, a palette of dawn gold, mist blue and dapple grey, painterly fantasy art. Ver m谩s