Crow is used to being paid to move cargo through the forests, keeping things out of sight that should be kept out of sight. Today, she moves a pony into them instead, guiding him in and towards a relic she's only seen from a distance before.

A quick fic that I wrote in the last couple of hours, touched lightly by editing and based off of a prompt that's been in my folder for a while. Feel free to suggest tags, I'm sort of lost there. Enjoy, I hope.