In the two days since she’d been given the book, James had learned a great many things. She’d learned the name of the language was Eoch, learned the aliens called themselves Ponies, learned they had at least three distinct subspecies that each lived in different parts of the world. She had learned the country was a monarchy, its capital was a castle high on a hill, and it had some fantastic mythology. The book had been written from the perspective of the “pegasi” mythology, which described an intricate economy of weather production and supply as though it were factual. Not just flight, which was patently true… but far more. Whole cities built on clouds, and out of clouds. Truly preposterous concepts, yet to which whole sections of the textbook had been devoted.