[That gets a laugh out of her. She's never seen a working one, but it's easy enough to imagine the rusted-out hulls of old world vehicles the way they once were. Suffice it to say, she finds machines much more efficient--not beholden to highways or other infrastructure.]
Yeah, sort of. [Striders are the closest approximation. Aloy is still getting used to bending the Horizon to her will, but remembering things that try to kill her is easy enough. The dinosaur-like creature she's riding shifts, metal plates and carbon fiber rearranging until it's a different machine entirely, equine in nature.] We don't have real horses, where I'm from. This is as close as we get.
[That does, however, imply that she knows what a horse is, and what it's supposed to look like. Kind of.]
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[That gets a laugh out of her. She's never seen a working one, but it's easy enough to imagine the rusted-out hulls of old world vehicles the way they once were. Suffice it to say, she finds machines much more efficient--not beholden to highways or other infrastructure.]
Yeah, sort of. [Striders are the closest approximation. Aloy is still getting used to bending the Horizon to her will, but remembering things that try to kill her is easy enough. The dinosaur-like creature she's riding shifts, metal plates and carbon fiber rearranging until it's a different machine entirely, equine in nature.] We don't have real horses, where I'm from. This is as close as we get.
[That does, however, imply that she knows what a horse is, and what it's supposed to look like. Kind of.]