Dusk Shine slung the hoe over his shoulder, letting out a breath and swiping at the sweat just under his forelock, before the beads could gather the steam they required to get into his stinging eyes.

Before they could gather into the stream, if you will.

He chuckled at that thought, before he groaned as he realized that he'd laughed at his own extremely lame joke. Not for the first time, his gaze turned towards the edges of the forest, wondering at the small settlements that he was sure to be on the outskirts. Earth ponies gathering from the bounty of the forests and planting from it, pegasi assisting where they could with their atmospheric magics, unicorns enchanting tools like he had to make them cut easier or just last longer.

Sighing, he shook his head and turned back to his garden, smirking at the green tops already growing there. Big Mac's point when he had told Dusk to get his hooves dirty every now and then hadn't been lost. Something about just having his hooves in the dirt calmed his sometimes panic-twisted mind, on top of getting his earth magics into the plants.

Still, the last couple of days hadn't necessarily been pleasant.

The first thing he'd gotten sorted, after another trip out to the forest, was finding a promising area for his outhouse. After that he'd grabbed some of his scrap wood and, thanking the stars and sun for Granny Smith's willingness to talk the ears off of any pony within her (narrow) range of vision, began digging and fortifying the hole that would be his septic tank.

After digging down to his shoulders he set up the frame to keep the dirt from collapsing. He then built a platform to sit on top of the whole ordeal, along with a plank-and-grass-twine toilet lid.

He looked around the platform, before shaking his head.

"It needs at least some sort of canopy," he murmured, "but it'll wait until I can get some food in me to help the magic along."

The rest of that day was used to get his plow through the ground, tilling as much of the old garden as he could stand before he started sowing the plants he had recovered from the forest, as well as some of the wild grains he didn't quite recognize but thought he could process later.

This was more backbreaking than it needed be, mostly because he planted the way he'd been taught by Applejack and her family instead of using his magic to place everything. The upside was that he was able to work in each and every plant, using his more innate earth magic to help along with the rooting process, so he was sure that each and every cutting and seed took to the earth completely and without issue.

After setting up some simple thaumic fields to act as a sort of scarecrow system, he'd eaten what had felt like his weight in berries and roots before draining his canteen and flopping into the mattress in his room. His journal received a terse update before he passed out for the night.

He awoke to the smell of hot, sweaty pony, and sighed before he gathered some cloth scraps and flew down to the stream with his mattress and cask. Using the scraps as rags, he wiped himself and his mattress down and refilled his cask before flying up to his room to drop off the unnecessary items, his skin shivering in the chilly springtime air.

After taking care of his morning business (and setting up a scent enchantment on the toilet lid, pine needle) he stood in his field, feeling conflicted.

On one hoof, his small field of food stocks had taken off overnight, no doubt due to his hooves-on approach to their planting and care. They grew in even lines, and some were already tall enough to tickle his shins.

On the other, his field was spotted with bucking weeds, and he could even spot a couple of the stunted and short branches of the bramble he'd thought gone.

Growling, he'd approached the weeds like an old soldier; with both a willingness to erase them, and tools to do so.

Which lead into the middle of this third day, with Dusk standing on the stone of the ravine and once again watching the black smoke rise off of a bramble bonfire, his hoe on his shoulder and the fire twinkling dangerously in his eyes as the sun gazed down on the scene.

Waiting until the entirety of the plants had been reduced to ash, he used a siphon of magic to quench the area before nodding smartly and flying back up to the field.

He worked for another half-hour or so before he heard the flapping of heavy wings, freezing him on the spot.

"Ah, horse-apples," he muttered, before he panic-cast a standard disguise spell that he'd learned from Celestia, something simple but too taxing for a normal unicorn to keep up for long.

In a second's time his form became malleable, soft, before the spell fed the specifications into the thaumic pattern; his size was compacted, becoming a hoof or so shorter than Big Mac was/had been, but just as stout an earth pony as he'd been; his coloring became a darker mulberry, his mane losing the streaks and lightening a shade or two with his tail doing the same; and his cutie mark becoming that of a sheaf of wheat and a shovel over a golden sunburst pattern.

The magic dispelled just in time as a massive pegasus, almost at the same build as his new size, flapped its way over the wall and into his line of sight.

The blue mare wheeled lazily through the air a couple of times, taking in the field and him before coming to a hover just over some of his newly growing crops and, to his shock, evacuating herself right over the field!

"Life for your crops, mud trespasser," she giggled, before letting out a squealing laugh. "I wondered who'd be dumb enough to be settin' fires in the forest. Guess I'm not too surprised to fin'a dirt eater. What the buck you think you're doin' in the Castle of the Sistahs, huh? Squattin'? Pulling out what life you can from the shitters of royalty?"

"Uhm," Dusk managed to start, before a hawking noise had him look up just in time to receive a muzzle-full of snot and spit in his eyes.

"Tell ya what, mud boy," he heard her say thoughtfully above him still, as he reached a hoof up to scrape at his face, "ya give me a good enough reason, an' I won' report ya to the eeyoop."

"The wha?" Dusk asked, flicking the phlegm away from him.

Huffing, the pegasus raised her voice, shouting, "The EEYOOP, dimlight! The Princess' new guard!? Ears full'a rocks, muddy!?"

Dusk shook his head, ears ringing. "The E.U.P.?" he asked.

Scowling, the mare flared her wings before swooping low over the earth, forcing Dusk to bodily roll out of the way of one of her hooves as she attempted to bat his nose, hard.

"You look here, dimlight," she said, leveling out, "you talk down to me, an' I don't care that your bones are made outt'a the rock you climbed outt'a, I'm takin' your skull home. Now, you give me two reasons I don't rat ya to the guard!" she squawked at him.

"Uh, I don't have much," he said, waving a slightly slimy hoof at his field. "I'm just getting started here. What do you want?"

She landed, looking him over from down her nose and sniffling haughtily. "Well, I hear you mud ponies are built tough'fer and, heh, sturdier, if you know what I mean," she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

He did not and opened his mouth to tell her so when she let out a loud huff and stomped a foreleg. "I want you to dick me down, mud boy," she said, batting his muzzle roughly with a large wing.

"Oh," Dusk said, blinking twice before he sighed heavily. "No," he said, before dropping the illusion spell.

The pegasus had about half a second to gasp and let her wings drop to her side before Dusk shot her with a temporary paralyzing spell, causing her entire body to go rigid and immobile.

He eyed her, looking down over the pegasus, unmoving but for her wildly flicking eyes.

"Calm down," he said, gently. He settled himself on his rump before he said, "Now, I'm sure you're not normally such a nasty pony, yes?"

Her eyes vibrated up and down, almost disappearing.

"So I'm going to let you go," he continued, nodding slowly as she eyed him. "Unfortunately, I can not let my existence be known outside of these walls, so I'm going to have to wipe your memory first."

Her pupils constricted, and from the ammonia he was suddenly smelling, she had also watered his field.

He cocked his eyebrow, scrunching his face before using his magic to release just her head. "I am an expert mage," he said, giving her a look. "It's not going to hurt you, maybe a tickle at most."

To his continued amazement, he watched as her face collapsed in on itself, fat tears falling from the creases of her eyes.

"I know the truth, ya magnificence," she said in between huge, wracking sobs, "I know tha truth, I've seen a unicorn oblit'rate memories before, it leaves the pony a useless lump of flesh and I deserve it, for talkin' so to one of your standing sire, please mercy sire-"

After that point Dusk was no longer able to understand her blubbering. Something about making it quick?

"Hey, hey," he murmured, reaching out and gently turning her muzzle up to look at him. "Do I look like any other unicorn?"

Confused, she shook her head gently.

"It's not gonna hurt. Look, I'll prove it," he said, before looking side to side quickly and leaning in, whispering the worst word her knew into her ear.

She gasped, looking at him with a blush, before a strangled giggle worked its way out of her mouth. "Never expected a royal to even know that one," she said.

"Right?" he said. "And now," he said grandly, his horn winking briefly as he cast a very minor Mind Fogging spell over her memory of his utterance, "you don't even know what I said, do you?"

She frowned, opening her muzzle to repeat his word, before confusion ran over her face. "But... But I didn't feel anything?"

"That's what I'm saying," he said, with a quick wink.

She looked at him, unbelieving. "But I shi' on your field," she said, tears still falling.

Dusk frowned heavily. "I care more that you called me a mud pony. Many times," he said, reaching out and gently batting her nose with his wing joint. "Earth ponies provide a very valuable service to the good of the kingdom by growing much of the crops that feed our civilization, and creating the wonderful foods and materials that make up the backbone of our society."

"Valuable flesh dildos," she muttered, Dusk's ears flicking as he looked at her, unbelieving. "Look, yeah, I un'erstand they grow all our stuff for us, but that's 'cause the unicorns make 'em do it! If they had free reign they'd be buckin' each other all day, in between shoving their faces full of all that food they grow!"

Dusk sat down, feeling the wrinkles setting in from the frown on his face. "I thought that Celestia outlawed the owning of other creatures when she and Luna ascen-"

"Beg pardon, my liege," the pegasus snorted, blinking away the remnants of her tears, "but the Great White Ass ain't left her new plot since she started building on it when the Nightmare took her sister from her," she said. "Ponies are going back to the not-so-old ways, an' quick."

Dusk Shine grit his teeth, narrowing his eyes as he looked up and towards the edge of the forest again, this time with the sinking feeling of his guts telling him his country needed him.

"What is your name," he snapped, standing to his full height and slipping into his I-am-the-leader-of-this-courtroom voice.

"L-Lily Sights, my lord," she whispered, flinching away from him.

"Lily Sights, I have a task for you," he commanded. "I am going to erase your memory, but implant an impulse within you. You will be friendly towards me, in any body that I take, and you will be willing to take on any task I ask of you, within reason. In addition, any time you use any slur, your tongue will become heavy with the taste of earth, and any food you taste for the next hour will have the flavor and texture of mud. This is your punishment. Do you accept these terms!?"

Blinking, she bowed her head, sniffling and nodding slightly.

"Very well," Dusk intoned, before waving his horn over her head.

She sagged where she stood, falling to her belly with an oof. Her ears waggled, as she looked up at him. "I thought you were gonna blast my mind out'a my ears?" she half-asked.

"I have need of information, first," he said, sitting down and gesturing for her to right herself. "I am not from this time. Tell me, what does your currency look like? Are you on the bit standard yet?"

"The wah?" she asked, slowly raising herself to sit on her haunches. "We use coins," she said, reaching into a wing to pull a purse out of the feathers and opening it. "Here, it even has the Princess's face onnit," she said as she offered a coin out.

He heard her whisper, "Never heard it called a bit before," as he looked over the coin. It had Celestia's face on one side, just as it always had, and when he flipped it over it still had Celestia's sunburst icon.

"And the silver?"

She dug through her bag again, pulling out a silver and a copper piece. "I only got three different kinds," she said as she traded the two coins for the gold one. "Hear tell there's a fourth, but a pegasus like me isn't likely to ever see a Platinum piece. From'at I hear, it has Platinum's face on one side, en' her crown on t'other."

Dusk nodded as he looked over the copper piece. "It was such in my time as well," he murmured to her, flipping the coin from the phoenix's head to the recognizable tail-feather. "Copper, Gold, and Platinum are all the same, but the silver bit..."

He flipped it back over to it's face side. It wasn't marked as Luna's coin, as it had been upon her return from the moon, or even as a Royal Guard's helmet, as it had been before she came back. Instead it showed two unicorns, one who was quite obvious from his beard, while the back showed a hooded stallion's face that Dusk was pretty sure belonged to Clover the Clever.

"Lots of horns on these coins," he muttered, frowning as he passed the money back over.

"Tha's what happens when unicorns are the ones controllin' the flow," she said, a bit sourly. "More'n three quarters of the royalty 'ave horns, an' then they own the other quarter an' tell 'em what's good for them. From wha' I hear, Equestria's been a real hole eva' since the Nightmare ate Luna, er whateva' it did."

Dusk blinked a couple of times in confusion before he caught on to the intricacies of what she was saying.

So that's the story Celestia circulated.

"So what happened with Celestia?" he asked her. "She and Nightmare battled, Celestia vanquished her, then what?"

Lily scratched her head for a moment, frowning at the dirt as she absently traced shapes into it. "That's a unicorn question, my liege," she muttered. "From what ah hear though, she refused to leave her personal quatahs for a year or sumthin, then she put out the ordahs that she wus lookin for'a new place for her capitol. Settled on tha' mountain shelf," she said as she waved a leg at the construction site on the Canterhorn. "Somethin' abou' crystals growin' in the caves there."

Dusk gazed up at the mountain for a bit before he snorted.

"Alright then, I only have a couple more questions," he said, looking down at Lily. "The first is, do all ponies talk like you?"

She immediately scowled at him, blushing hard and looking away. Clearing her throat, she slowly said, "I am a part of a flock that travels around the world. I use what words I have learned in the way I wish. My birthplace, north of Griffinstone, has had a lot of bearing on my current speech. Lot'sa bugbear, ya know?"

Dusk's ears had folded down, and he was looking at her apologetically. "You must hear that often, then. I'm sorry, I wasn't judging you, I just wanted to be sure to speak like the common pony if another came across me."

She shrugged at him, with a small frown. "Ya speak closer to a unicorn than an earth pony, but most'll prolly think you just got a stick up yer..." She paused, blushing a bit, before rolling a hoof through the air. "Y'know. Yer ass."

Dusk snorted, keeping his mouth in a tight, straight line. "Alright then. The second question would be, who's actually in charge? Who's the unicorn pulling Celestia's strings for her?"

"Oh, uh, dunno 'is name," Lily said with a frown. "But most ponies know that it's the Blueblood family that keeps itself on top, with the Silverstreak family bein' their most competition." Her ear twitched, and she followed up with, "From what ah've heard though, Platinum's main line comes up every now and then, especially when it crosses with one of those two."

Dusk snorted, smirking. "What year is it again?" he asked.

Lily's ears flicked again, and she frowned before they perked up. "Oh yeah, you said you weren't from aroun' this time. Hibernatin'?" she asked.

He opened his mouth, his mind attempted to summarize what exactly had happened, before he shrugged. "In a very rough way," he lied, before he waved a hoof at her. "But really, year?"

"Oh, uh," she murmured, looking down at the dirt and scratching a few lines into the dirt. "I think I wus born aroun' eight aey el, aft'ah Luna, so it's prolly aroun' thirty-four or five. A unicorn coul' tell ya, they care more abou' time than ah do."

"Alright, okay," Dusk said, calibrating his internal calendar to Thirty-Five A.L. until he could confirm the year. "That's about what I figured. Alright, how about locally? I don't suppose you have a local map on you or something?"

"Oh aye, 'cause buckin' paper just grows anywhere," she snorted, rolling her eyes.

Dusk frowned down at her, before grabbing a few errant blades of grass, enough to weave together into a two-inch square. With a simple spell, he converted the mass of the pulp into the paper, using some of the moisture inside of the blades and a bit of the cellulose to create a sticky patch of glue on the top of the strip.

Taking the thin sheet in his hoof, he waved it under Lily's widening eyes before sticking it to her nose.

"Gah," she squeaked, pawing at the blank note for a second before pulling it off and looking it over. "By the great teats, never though' I'd live to see actual, processed paper," she muttered, holding it up and watching it flick in the breeze.

"What about reed papyrus, or cotton rag sheets?"

"Earth ponies use reeds, but most of us fliers don't see much point to writin' everythin' down," she said with a shrug. "If it's that important, we'll borrow some reed paper from a groun' poun'a-"

She stopped suddenly, gagging lightly as she shoved her tongue out of her mouth, flapping and drooling as she mewled and pawed at it with a hoof.

"Told you," Dusk said, raising an eyebrow. "That's a Clean-Your-Mouth-Out enchantment, but I replaced the taste of soap with the taste of soil. That's a bare fraction of what an earth pony feels when you say horseapples like that. Now put your tongue away," he said, waving a hoof at her mouth.

With a slight cough and an extremely wrinkled muzzle, she slowly pulled her tongue back in, shivering as she looked dourly up at Dusk.

"No no, the eyes aren't going to get you out of it," he said, frowning at her. "Now, if I gave you some paper and something to draw with, could you make me a map?" A thought flashed into his head, and he perked up. "Actually, since I'm gonna blast your memory anyways," he ignored the slight whimper this time, "I can just do this."

With a bit of magic, he pulled up a clump of grass and weaved them into a much larger piece of paper before fusing them together. Looking around, he reached into his food stores magically and pulled out a few dark, barely ripened blackberries. Squeezing them and catching the juices, he used the fluid to draw across the page, printing out a copy of the map of Equestria that he remembered, without any of the labels.

Giving it a look-over to make sure that it was as geographically accurate as he could remember, he spread the page out on the ground and weighted it down on the corners, gesturing Lily over.

"Alright, this is the map of Equestria as I remember it," he said, gesturing to the page before tracing Equestria itself. "Tell me what's wrong, from what you can remember, and I'll edit it."

"Weyll," she said, before smacking her mouth a bit, continuing on a bit clearer, "These towns ain't there, first," she said as she pointed at Ponyville, Manehatten, Apple Loosa, Dodge City, and the twin cities of Baltimare and Fillydelphia. She nodded when Dusk swapped out the basic houses and buildings with forests.

Tapping three places just to the north of Ponyville, she said, "The hills here are where the main groups of earth ponies have settled, the ones who don't move around much. Above them, in the clouds, we pegasi have started bringing houses and buildings together into the largest cloud settlement to date. I think some of the big wigs are starting to call it Cloudsdale, after the valley it's hovering o'va, but I have'n been there in'a bit.

"The unicorns have mostly moved into Celestia's mountain of tents, under the castle she's havin' built," she said, jabbing at the base of the Canterhorn. "Some of them have started construction on their own places though, the richer of them, and there's some basic city planning stuff from what I've flown over. Can't move roads in rocks like you can in the clouds, eh?" she said with a chuckle.

"Maybe you can't," Dusk muttered, looking over the rest of the map.

Lily's ears flicked before pressing down to her skull.

"What about the Crystal Empire?" he asked, pressing a hoof to the northernmost part of the map.

"Celestia stopped telling that tale years ago," Lily said, shaking her head. "It used to come right after the tale of the founding, but that went to pot when Luna died. It stopped being a remind'ah about how they vanquished Sumnumbera and just started being a remind'ah about how Luna was gone."

Dusk hummed quietly to himself, nodding as he looked over the changed map. "His name is Sombra. And the Griffons? The Dragons? What of the other creatures of the world?"

"What about them?" she sniffed. "Griffons stay across the ocean, pillaging and making war with the bugbears of the north, and the dragons continue to randomly fly here from wherev'a an' take what they want before flying home."

"The griffons are fighting with the bugbears!?" Dusk said, his eyes widening for a moment before narrowing. "Wait, wait, you said it's only thirty-five years after Luna?" She nodded, and he scowled as he wracked his brains for the tiny tidbit of information he'd read once, pressing his hoof against his chin as he thought. "I believe that means they have a few generations more before the winged versions become more prevalent than their four-limb-ed versions, and even longer before those species start to develop their extra arms..."

His ears perked as Lily cleared her throat, asking softly, "My liege?"

He lifted his head as he realized that he had started muttering to himself, his chin and hoof slowly tucking into his chest as he thought aloud.

Lifting his hoof from his chin to his lips he cleared his throat gently before nodding to Lily.

"Sorry, I get lost in thought sometimes," he said with a small smile and a gentle blush, only one of which he was in control of. "But as far as you know, the Griffons are still united in a kingdom?"

Lily gave him a long look before she asked, "You're not from the past, are ya?"

Dusk kept the smile, though his eyes slackened and grew distant. "It's not important anymore," he whispered. "Either way I cannot return."

Lily watched him for a long moment as something calculated in her brain, before she took a step closer and gently leaned into him, her forelegs and wings coming out to pull him into an embrace.

His muscles stiffened before he leaned into her, his own legs coming up to wrap around her barrel as well. He gave her a gentle squeeze and a sigh.

After a moment he sniffed and said, "Thank you Lily, I appreciate it."

"Not a problem, sire," she murmured from somewhere around his neck.

He relaxed his grip and waited for her to pull away. After a moment, he instead felt something warm and slightly damp move across his ear, before he then felt her gently nibble on the tip of his ear.

"Lily, that's not comforting," he whispered, unable to help the tiny smile as she paused.

Snorting when she started chewing his ear again, he put a hoof on her barrel and pushed her away, smiling a bit when she tipped over and onto her back, his hoof still on her chest as he raised an eyebrow down at her.

"Sorry," she said, holding her shaggy hooves up beside her head in surrender. "It's, uhm, that time of year righ' now."

Dusk snorted again, before offering her a hoof up. "No worries, I suppose, but I'm not interested in anycreature right now, so please do cut it out."

"Righ', of course majesty, sorry," she murmured as she used his crooked fetlock to help herself up.

He used his wings to dust her back off as she did the same on her flanks. After the dusting, she glanced up at the sun. "Uhm, apologies my liege, but I was expected to fly back to the settlement if there wa' nothin' wrong here. There might be a coupl'a guards on the way if we don' wrap this up quick," she said, her ears flicking back.

Dusk sighed, nodding. "Alright then. Are there any requests for what you and the earth pony talked about?" he asked as he took a few steps back, his horn lighting as he readied the twin spells he needed.

"Can we 'ahve... well," she said with a slight blush and a wiggle of her brows.

Letting out a ragged sigh, Dusk dropped the two spells and cast a 'cooling' spell on her, her gasp and rough groan signifying the relief her body felt it had received. "There, horndog," he said, recharging the spells. "My name will be, uhm, Onyx Hooves, and I'm a settler who's a descendant of one of Celestia's gardening staff, here to reclaim some bit of his grandfather's works. After your, uh, 'quenching', you agreed to come back in a week to maybe purchase some of my crop in exchange for some basic materials. Sound good?"

Taking a deep breath, she braced her hooves in the ground and nodded. "Alright my liege, I trust ya'. Whenev'a ya ready."

He nodded, before reciting the last couple of steps for the memory spell and letting both forms complete. Even as his body returned to its earth pony form, Lily's ears flicked and her eyes fogged over, her head shaking side to side as she attempted to clear her sight as she looked up at his new form with confusion, before a salacious grin slipped over her muzzle and she pressed her chest to his.

"Hmm," she murmured under her breath, fluttering her eyes up at Dusk. "That was one of my bettah romps, lover-stallion," she said, gently rubbing her snout against his throat.

"Ah do mah b-best?" Dusk stuttered, blushing at the attention. "Good enough for ya to consider comin' back an' tradin' with me in tha future?" he continued in a rough mimicry of AJ's accent.

She gazed up into his eyes, fluttering her eyelashes for a moment before giving him a quick grin. "Yea, al'right," she murmured, leaning up and giving him a quick peck on his lips before taking a couple of steps back. "What'cha want me to bring then?"

"Uh," he said, blinking away his blush while his ears flicked to wave away some of their heat. "Well, a variety of good seeds woul' help me plant more crop, so bring me what ya'll like an' I'll grow it. If'n ya' get me some wood," he ignored her giggle, "ah'm pretty good at buildin' wit mah hooves, and ah coul' prolly get tha' wagon left in tha' shed working, and ah coul' start makin' deliveries out to ya's instead of havin' ta fly all the way here?"

She hummed, rubbing her chest against his as she thought. "I kin prolly get'cha all tha," she said. "But tha' merchents supplyin' are prolly gonna want more than crops for tha wood. Ya got bits?"

Of course he didn't, but he could fix that easily enough considering that there wasn't a royal treasury yet to check the validity of coins.

"Ah migh' 'ave a couple," he said thoughtfully, walking over to the shed and pretending to check something inside. "'Ow many, ya think?"

He shivered when she approached and ran an overly-friendly hoof across his flanks, slowly.

"Ah, I kin prolly secure ya enough for a whole wagon, if ya got me, hmm, twenny gold," she said, her other hoof coming up to slowly run over his other haunch.

Whinnying gently and shying away, he quickly transmuted a cloth bag from some tarp in the corner and twenty-five pieces of gold from a large hunk of wood, first forming them into discs and then alchemizing them into gold. He let enough magic into each piece to have them last for about a year before finalizing the spell and turning around with the bag in his mouth.

"Sorry, 'm a bit ticklish," he said, before quickly setting the pouch on the ground in front of her. "Here go, tha's wha' gold ah've got, bu' a wagon shoul' be worth i'."

She picked it up and stashed it in her wing without bothering to count the coins.

"Al'right lovah-stallion, ah'll get tha' all gathered up for'ya and be back for roun' two," she murmured, touching her nose to his before winking and turning around, slapping his muzzle with her tail gently before taking a couple of long strides and hopping up into the air, her long wings flapping twice before she used her hind legs to propel her off of the wall surrounding the garden and she was out of sight for two seconds before she shot up and back over the forest.

Dusk watched her go, before sighing and setting his chameleon enchantment into a more permanent form that would sustain itself. He stretched his invisible wings and took off into the forest, looking for another downed tree and a large stone that he could begin transmuting into the basics of a wagon.

Author's Note

Gods, but do I apologize for the atrocious accent, but I felt she needed something and by the time I got rolling, I just couldn't stop. Be at ease though, should she return it should be mellower, and she'll be the only one so strongly, hm, phonetic.