
Cheyenne also dismounted the horse, leading it by the reins as she followed the sound of running water. The trees were thick here, but not so much that they couldn't walk through them. Stepping out of the treeline, she looks down at a shallow embankment with a small stream running beneath it. She leads the horse down to it so that it may drink, kneeling down to drink as well. Once done, she looks back up at Grey.
"So, any ideas? And, I may sound crazy, but I don't think you're going to find any train stations around here, or anywhere for that matter."
Cheyenne was still trying to wrap her mind around the possibility of this not being the 21st century anymore as well as trying to figure out just how she wound up here. She looked back at Grey again as she stood up.
"I guess the next order of business is going to be finding something to eat. The horse isn't going to have a problem but we might."
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