A surprisingly soft expression flitted over Eowyn's face. "Yeah, on a ranch actually. I pretty much grew up on horseback. My brothers stuck around there, but I went off to UCLA and never looked back."
She suddenly was struck by that memory from the dream again; the Golden Hall and the horselords. Herself as the lady among them, bristling to ride to war.
Eowyn put a hand to her eyes for a second, forcing herself out of the memory. No, dream. Memories had to have happened.
"Is this your first trip to California?" she asked politely, deciding to not push the earthquake thing. He'd get used to the idea sooner or later.