As the girl finally looked down to investigate the strange voice she heard, you realized that this ranch girl was pretty young. Probably somewhere around 10 or 11 years old by your estimate. She had a friendly, disarming smile on her face as she spotted you. For some reason she didn't seem too shocked to see a shrunken human standing at her feet. Of course at this point you didn't really notice or thing too much about that. You just wanted someone's attention right now. As the ranch girl gently picked you up, she started to walk away from the filly and towards one of the buildings. Her hands were surprisingly clean and soft considering her supposed profession. The girl's eyes were locked on you the whole time before she entered the building and set you down on top of a wooden crate. The room was mostly empty besides the aforementioned crates, you figured this was where they packaged milk and eggs for shipments. And by the looks of it, this was the perfect place to go to get some privacy.
As the ranch girl sat down next to you, she leaned her head in close, scaring you a little bit. "Hello there, Mr. Fairy. You made it a pretty long way from the forest here. Are you lost? Where are your wings?" Well that... kinda answers why she wasn't surprised by your size. Though it still raised a few questions. Do fairies actually exist? Is this just youthful imagination on her part? Are you even in your own world anymore? Your current size has you ready to believe almost anything at this point. "I'm not a fairy." you quickly clarify with the girl. She seemed a little disappointed by this before her face brightened up once more. "Oh! Does this mean you're a Picori?" you could only stare at her in complete confusion, unsure what the heck a Picori even is. This wordless response seemed to be enough to answer the ranch girl's question. "Not that either? Huh..." she appeared to be in deep thought trying to figure out what you could possibly be. "Hmm, you don't have wings, you're not glowing, and you're not a Picori. Also your ears are really short." She poked your ear... well the side of your face with a finger as she pondered aloud. "I'm a human. Something just shrunk me and made me appear on your ranch." you finally clarified to the girl. "Human?" she seemed confused by the term. "Is that like some kinda Hylian offshoot?" You weren't entirely sure what to make of this question and figured it would be best to simply nod, assuming she was one of these "Hylians" she was talking about. Her excited smile returned once more. "So I found a shrunken person on the ranch? That's so cool!" You looked a little worried by this excited response but the ranch girl didn't seem o take notice as she finally got around to introductions.
"I'm Malon by the way. My dad owns this place. I usually take care of the horses." You told her your name in response, still a little nervous. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm sure you'll make a great..."
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