The inside of Slag's shed easily contained over half of the metal I had seen since arriving, counting my jeep and the truck bed we were planning to retrieve. Ponies seemed to prefer wood and stone wherever possible. Only using iron fittings and framework when other materials wouldn't work.
In contrast, the shed was filled with everything and anything that could be made out of metal. I even saw some stainless steel cookware, sitting on a matching table. Not surprisingly, most items had work tickets attached in some way.
What stood out most were the three carts lined up by the large sliding door. The largest looked like an average flatbed horse-drawn wagon, but the smaller one had a pedal assembly and the middle one had an unusual gearbox that had no discernible crank of any kind.
I wanted desperately to ask Slag about his work, and particularly the middle cart, but being that I was refusing to talk about my jeep yet, I decided it would be rude.
Turned out Slag had already been working on a few trailer designs. He was reluctant to tell me why but assured me it would come up when we talked later.
We decided on a simple design. It was just a sheet of steel, bent in two places, with holes drilled to allow a pin to be placed through. He immediately set to work cutting pieces and welding on a neck. Both tasks he could apparently perform with just his magic. I was fascinated to learn what else these unicorns could do. He seemed disappointed when I pointed out that the ball hitch on my jeep came out so he didn't have to mount anything onto it.
Not knowing the exact measurements of the truck frame he grabbed an assortment of parts and we set out for the spell site.
It took a good hour to get back to the group of trees. Mostly because I didn't want to get lost but even flat terrain isn't a road, so I wasn't about to speed at any rate.
I woke Sawdust who had dozed off in the passenger seat and he turned around to wake Slag up. A task that apparently required vigorous shaking.
Just as I saw the reflectors of the truck bed I noticed another shine to the left of it. It looked like a pair of eyes. The headlights barely started to shine on the area as they disappeared behind a flurry of what appeared to be dark colored fabric.
"Did you see that?" I asked, but Sawdust had just turned back around.
"Yea, that is so cool," He commented thinking I meant the truck bed, "Are those lights on it?"
I decided to just go with this, not wanting to alarm him. "It has lights, but the power source and a lot of the wiring for them were severed with the rest of the truck. Those are just reflectors."
"So..." He scratched his chin, "Where is the rest of it then?"
"Back on earth, where I came from," I said, "I actually feel kinda bad for the guy it belongs too. Even if I take it back to him. Which I plan on. Putting it back together could be problematic. That's assuming he kept the cab and doesn't just have a new bed built."
"That's really what you're worried about?" Slag chimed in.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You and your entire vehicle were pulled here, to a totally different world where your new best friend is a metalcrafting unicorn that you just met and you're worried about the guy that lost the back of his wagon? I'll make that into a nice wagon for you and whoever it belongs to will be glad it came in handy." Slag was clearly trying to lighten the mood, still, he had a point.
"I didn't know Starlight was a metalcrafter too," I teased, "I'll feel better using it if I at least tell myself I'm going to return it."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Slag laughed.