[She make a small huff of breath at his words because bad upbringing or not, she wasn't sure she knew someone that didn't talk to themselves at least once, as some form of comfort. Still, she is hesitant to approach the creepy looking beast, the thing that can talk, but she at least comes out from behind the tree more, dropping her hand to her side.]
No, you don't. Not any horse I've seen. [Lucky for her, she's actually seen a horse at this point, maybe not much else but she's seen one of those. Looking the creature over her brows furrow, he sounds young, it sounds young, whatever it is, doesn't exactly sound grown up and Ellie is fortunately mentally beyond her years, due to her own upbringing in apocalyptic hell.]
Look-- [A small exhale of mild frustration.] --forget it. What is this place?
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No, you don't. Not any horse I've seen. [Lucky for her, she's actually seen a horse at this point, maybe not much else but she's seen one of those. Looking the creature over her brows furrow, he sounds young, it sounds young, whatever it is, doesn't exactly sound grown up and Ellie is fortunately mentally beyond her years, due to her own upbringing in apocalyptic hell.]
Look-- [A small exhale of mild frustration.] --forget it. What is this place?