"Ostrich horses?" She doesn't know the word, but she does know that an 'ostrich horse' is no breed she's ever heard of. Something from his land, or from this one? There are horses here, she knows. Maybe that's what they are.

She files the question away for later, running a hand back through her long hair and letting the wind whip at it. "There are wonders," she agrees at last, with a little nod. "I suppose a horseless cart is little stranger than most things here."