[wanda shrugs; it's mostly a child's tale, meant to keep children out of the forest and behaving well enough, at least in the continent she is from. a scary story to tell at night, the like.
steve's question is bemusing though, because an army of baba yagasβwell, that would really be something else. besides, is he spinning the story in his head, making himself over something that, as aloy has stated, isn't really all that particularly significant hereβ?
she's about to reply, a smile on her lips, when her horse snorts, veers to the side, and stomps his hooves down on the ground, stopping short and ceasing going forward. their wagons stop, too, the mules nervous.
movement, from the woods, further ahead, closest to billy and aloy. just sounds, for now.]
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steve's question is bemusing though, because an army of baba yagasβwell, that would really be something else. besides, is he spinning the story in his head, making himself over something that, as aloy has stated, isn't really all that particularly significant hereβ?
she's about to reply, a smile on her lips, when her horse snorts, veers to the side, and stomps his hooves down on the ground, stopping short and ceasing going forward. their wagons stop, too, the mules nervous.
movement, from the woods, further ahead, closest to billy and aloy. just sounds, for now.]
Billy? Aloy?
[something's coming.]