She stood rooted in place, staring at the lemur-thing in front of her. It just spoke. To her. In English. And she understood it. Since when does this happen outside of dreams? Quickly, she hit herself on the forehead several times, stopping when she came to the realization that it wasn't a dream. (Plus her head was starting to throb painfully.)

The orange creature chuckled at her and turned back towards her. He crouched down to get to her eye level and placed one of his long fingers on her forehead, making the throbbing lessen considerably. Elizabeth's eyes widened to the the size of saucers. "How..."

"Hush, small one. You will find out many things if you follow what I spoke of. Now go... but not too quickly. you must wait a small while to ensure the Oil Horse does not return for you. I will keep watch over you and your companion as you travel." He turned to leave again, but stopped at the touch of a small hand at the small of his back.

Smiling at the child's curiosity, he looked at her again, his eyes shining even more now. "Yes, little one?", he asked gently. Elizabeth's face became tinged in pink and she looks away and softly asks, "Can I... touch your tail? I've never seen one such as yours..."