[A voice comes from not far away, one belonging to a girl even younger, looking to be 11 or so. As far as dreams go, this one's got to be one of the nicer ones she's ever had, considering. Her usually grimy, blood caked jacket, jeans, and hat have turned up spotless, but it also makes her feel like she sticks out like a sore thumb among all of the nicer dressed folk.
There's an Absol standing close to Clementine's side, watching Ellie and her Ponyta with a stoic expression.
Clementine herself tilts her head just a little, pushing her hands into her pocket before gesturing to the Ponyta with a slight nod.]
Gotta be, though. I've never seen a pony on fire before.
Entrance
[A voice comes from not far away, one belonging to a girl even younger, looking to be 11 or so. As far as dreams go, this one's got to be one of the nicer ones she's ever had, considering. Her usually grimy, blood caked jacket, jeans, and hat have turned up spotless, but it also makes her feel like she sticks out like a sore thumb among all of the nicer dressed folk.
There's an Absol standing close to Clementine's side, watching Ellie and her Ponyta with a stoic expression.
Clementine herself tilts her head just a little, pushing her hands into her pocket before gesturing to the Ponyta with a slight nod.]
Gotta be, though. I've never seen a pony on fire before.