She wasn’t dreaming. The horse was actually talking. A far lot more than just a simple sentence this time. If you’d told her that she’d be in a strange world and meet up with a talking horse in her lifetime, she’d laugh at you until her belly ached. But she is, in a strange world called Caido, her first introduction to the foreign land given to her by a talking grey horse. The way it sighed didn’t really sounded all that different from your typical equine sigh, but there was a peculiar feeling about this particular behaviour that did not exactly seem all that normal to her.
“You may be right. But I will never know. I don’t speak horse, and where I am from, animals don’t speak the languages of the Great Forest. The place I come from is an immense sprawling land filled with a sea of never-ending forests that stretches as far as the eye can see. It is called The Great Forest, and many clans and tribes live within the shelter of its trees. How about you? Are you from here? Caido? ”
“You may be right. But I will never know. I don’t speak horse, and where I am from, animals don’t speak the languages of the Great Forest. The place I come from is an immense sprawling land filled with a sea of never-ending forests that stretches as far as the eye can see. It is called The Great Forest, and many clans and tribes live within the shelter of its trees. How about you? Are you from here? Caido? ”
