[She gestures vaguely above them, as if that's going to make something recognizable materialize. The open palm turns into a point, tracing lines from one star to another.]
I haven't asked them. [Aloy doesn't like to make a habit of dealing with them at all.] But I think that one looks like a strider. A horse.
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[She gestures vaguely above them, as if that's going to make something recognizable materialize. The open palm turns into a point, tracing lines from one star to another.]
I haven't asked them. [Aloy doesn't like to make a habit of dealing with them at all.] But I think that one looks like a strider. A horse.