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"Well, maybe they tried to walk on earth and that idea went horribly wrong?" Dwin suggested. "My grandma Finley broke her leg, when she had a bet with her brother Colt..." what had that bet been about? Riding a buffalo or flying? She did not remember, she stole a glance at Val, wondering if he would mind a not entirely factually correct tale and then realized that she had been factually incorrect this whole conversation and, where would he find the truth, if both parties involved were long dead. "...that she could jump off a big rock and fly. She did fly for a bit, but then broke her foot." 

"Smash it against sand?" Dwin leaned back and eyed Val incredulously. "How on Earth sand is going to break a material that gulls need heights and rocks to accomplish?" There was a suspicion that the man here was messing with her. She missed the fact that Val had not said anything about rocks. "What if I pick it up, go up there and then drop it?" she beckoned to the cliffs nearby. "Or - can I drown it?" while she was discussing murder, the intended victim had begun its escape towards the water edge. Dwin went after it, pounced and pinned it to the ground with both of her forepaws to prevent it from moving away.