By the time Lucky finally came home from their workouts, there was just enough time for a (desperately needed) preening before bed. She squeezed in a few lines of report here or there, nothing but lies about how she had invested herself in mastering formal language and it was going slower than expected. But strangely, Major Olivia Fischer didn’t even ask questions. The military pony had been on top of things before, asking all kinds of questions about her life. Yet now, she couldn’t be bothered for more than a quick “Mission progressing well” update every now and then.