[ Her head turns at the question. ] Mine? [ Then a pause, as she tries to wrap her mind around the question. Their pace seems to have settled to something just a little slower than a jog, trudging through the sidewalk while soaked from head to toe. There's no definite explanations for the sights they've seen, and the one plausible one seems to unnerve him more than nearly drowning did.

So maybe a shift in conversations is called for. ]

Nothing like this. [ She admits. It's neither a good thing or a bad thing, just something she's still wrapping her mind around. As for a better answer— ] I suppose... it's more primitive, now that I'm here. There aren't anything like cars or machines — or electricity, for that matter. It feels as though Panorama is a creation from someone's dreams.

[ She's quiet for a moment. ] Ah — I do recall mentioning that we have pegasi back in Ylisse; and someone mentioned they're mythical creatures where they're from. So I suppose someone may have dreamed of this, somewhere.