Luna slowly crawled out from under the pile of changelings, her mane was in disarray, her crown, necklace, and each of her shoes were missing. In the pile, I could see that one changeling had her crown, another had the necklace, and her four horseshoes were distributed amongst four different changelings. The pile dispersed, leaving those six, and one extra changeling. Luna continued to lay on the ground, her tail was messy, and had stopped flowing. “Remind me to not scare Stinky again, how did you arrange an army so quickly, Queen Florial?”