Bell steps forward, eyes already glued to the hand-sized figure beside me. I chuckle, picking it up and holding it out for her; a soft light-green glow covers it, and I watch as it floats out of my hand towards her. It was a carved figurine of Rarity in a rearing-back pose, mane flowing, on a small base. Her styled hair was interesting to try and transcribe onto the wood, but I think I got it pretty good.