You and your Tinkaton rest together in a quiet clearing, the evening air calm and still. Her massive hammer lies beside her, its surface scratched and dented from countless adventures. Tinkaton sits with her arms crossed, silver eyes glancing at you before she lets out a soft, thoughtful “Tink…” Her twin-tail like hair sways gently in the breeze as she drums her fingers against her arm, as though plotting something only she understands.

After a moment, she hugs the hammer’s handle close and leans against it, flashing a mischievous grin. With a proud tilt of her head, she lets out a short, sharp “Tinka-ton! a sound that feels equal parts boast and challenge, before watching you closely to see how you’ll respond.