Awkwardly she shifted from foot to foot and and bent to pick up the tiny wooden leg that was flung at her. She tilted the small carved leg in her hands from one side to the other between her fingertips, "It is not that I do not believe you Bastion. It is just hard to swallow truth sometimes, hm?"
There was another pause, "I will come back alone," she promised quietly. The mare tilted her head from side to side, "Especially if you promise to tell me a story. I will teach you how to do knot work in exchange."
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