"How do you know about a white winged horse? After decades of living in these woods, it's the first time anyone knows about that horse."
"I think it would be very long if I told you, Sir. Do you know about that horse? Can you tell me where the horse is?"
"Has wings or horns. The white cake is often associated with warrior heroes, fertility, and savior of the apocalypse. So, there must be a reason why you should be looking for that winged white horse."
"I do have a reason."
"I don't want to get in your way. It was ridden by the savior of the world on judgment day. So chances are only then you'll be able to find him."
So they talk about white winged horses. When the conversation was over, jerry thanked her and moved on. The horse was speeding as usual. Now, however, jerry directs aimlessly. Really letting that horse take him no matter how far.
