It can talk! Good thing Daine has such a good grip on the branch, elsewise she'd probably fall right out of the tree, so great is her surprise. Not only can it talk, but it sounds like it isn't much older than herself - and nervous, to boot. Goddess, what is she supposed to do?

"You've got horns," she breathes, astonished. "What are you?" She doesn't even have the wherewithal to consider that the question might be rude.