“I am sure you did,” she said, smiling. “The changelings haven’t made anything like this in ages. Well, they’ve made weapons but never the need for anything this ornate.” Handy merely looked at the bird in silence. “Oh come, I am actually surprised no one pointed it out before. Your armour.” She pointed a claw at it. “It’s done in the same fashion, obviously with a few pony touches. I have seen artefacts like this before.” She seemed to sigh. “Such a shame; they must have had a beautiful culture once upon a time. I wonder what changed.”