Sword of the Godslayer
"That's cute. It looks real. Your own little pony. With a horn."
"It's a unicorn."
"'I see, from the stories." The sizzling sound of the fire pit called out to Bonnie, and she rushed back to it, quickly lifting the lid off the pot to prevent it from further overflowing, "Sorry."
"It's okay. The berries, please."
"Right." Bonnie grabbed the bowl of wild berries and carefully poured them into the pot.
"And lower the heat. The poker is over there."
Bonnie followed her instructions diligently and removed some of the charcoal from the fire. By then, Cassana had already turned to peeling off and chopping the onions.