Iktome Plains My friends all drive Porsches I must make amends

Her laughter drew a pout from the boy, though his annoyance at Dwin was only surface level. Moreso, it gave him something to ponder. How exactly did blessings and curses work? 

But, Taggak was starting to see the full picture, as she gave him a way to avoid being potentially turned into a stick. He was sceptical, but if Dwin was who she said she was - well, it was better to be safe than sorry. After a contemplative silence, the boy agreed with a curt nod and a mischievous grin. "So, let me get this straight. If you are really a hag, I get no curse in exchange for telling you a story, right? Well, what kinda tale are you in the mood for?" He thought of Dutch and his legends of the red desert - though he had not travelled to such a place, he sure had his own stories to tell.