"The little crystal," Whirlwind said, holding up his hooves to indicate the size of said crystal. "Clear, had this yellow cylinder in the centre." Although he still had that gentle smile, there was a curious, hard glint to his eyes at odds with his relaxed posture. Handy considered making up a story about how he had come into possession of some kind of super magic crystal capable of warping them to the middle of the forest of 'fuck-you-and-the-horse-you-rode-in-on' in order to hide his connection to the witch.