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Darcy's ears slowy moves with the direction of the inhabited chafron's scuttling.

Darcy could't help but notice the detailing on the metal seems vaguely familiar. Something in her telling him to not leave it. But she also does not want to be cruel and leave the poor creature homeless.

He searches around the area close until she finds the remains of the armour set belonging to the chafron. She finds a crinet in full tack. Eyeing is closely as if siszing it, she kicks and until it breaks to pieces. 

Moments pass until she molds a piece with her hooves that she's satisfied with. Grabbing it in her mouth she trots back to the creature in its iron home. She shoves the headpiece away and replaced it with a similarly sized rings of the crinet she shaped. 

"That'll do." He thought. 

Satisfied that the little thing didn't seem to mind with it's new house over it's head. She slipped on her new headpeace, looked into a puddle nearby, admiring the shine and patterns on the mask and horns before going on with his exploration.