"Beautiful girl, isn't she," the farmer says affectionately.

"Yes." Pet pet.

The horse appreciates the pettings.

Oh good!

"It's getting late, and I should get to sleep," the farmer says eventually.

"Okay. Sleep well."

"...I need you to get out of the barn so I can lock it up for the night," he clarifies.

"Oh, okay." She walks out.

He closes and locks the doors. "Good night."

"Good night!" And she flies back to the island.

Mileda is not quite asleep yet.

"How was your trip?"

"I met a farmer. He might want it to rain. He showed me which end of a cow is which and let me pet a horse."

...She giggles. "Did he really literally show you which end of a cow is which?"

"He said city slickers don't know that, and then he showed me cows. And horses."

"Ah. That's an exaggeration."

"Oh. He also didn't know why city slickers were like that."

"People who live on farms and people who live in cities have different skillsets. Most things to do with cows are not very useful if you live in a city."

"What things are?"

"Depends on the person. People in cities specialize a lot."

"Specialize?"

"Like, you'll have potters and cobblers and scribes and bookbinders and they all need to know very different things."

"Ooh. And not about cows."

"Right."

"He thought I was a simpleton."

"...Why?"