Iktome Plains My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends

His ears drooped at her rejection. In all honesty, he was a bit bummed out. Not to mention, her explanation had been confusing at the very least. What on earth was a fairy-godmother? He was about to ask for more clarification when Dwin went on to admit that she actually had no idea what she was doing. And, that she had eaten her godmother? Quizzically, he wondered what one would taste like. 

"So, you're a fake?" he came to say after her whisper with a tilt of his head. "I dunno really how they work either. The last time someone gave me a blessing, they shook a bunch of leaves above my head. But, y'know," he paused. What if she was real. What if she was a shaman? Was a hag a type of shaman? "If you're in a bad mood. I'd rather leave here a frog and not a stick."