There was a loud snapping sound and everyone seemed to look at once. Since both Asta and Father are trappers, everything that they basically owned, was a trap. It was a combination of hapit and hobby.
The trap was sent for anything to be picked up that was not fur, Asta's families lively hood, then the trap would be triggered. The trap itself was of iron bars, it was quick, spring traps tend to be.
The iron was hidden between the wood, meaning when it was set off, the carriage would be destroyed, the horses loose, and what ever inside, brusied from the sudden jolt and knocked around some.
Asta watched as the last piece of wood and fur fell from the sky, the cage trap rocking slightly. For a moment Asta panicked, thinking Kraati might have picked up something she was not to, but it was only a fae. Asta smiled.
Fae are harmed by iron and are unable to touch it, leaving them weak and Asta has had her own experience with iron.
The fae was small, but not small enough to escape without getting a few burns. Asta's father quickly finishes the bug and started over to Asta and the goblin, his face red with anger.
Asta ran back over to Kraati, trying to watch her father and the trapped fae at the same time.