“Olivia!” Lightning Dust’s voice cut through the memories, and she found she was suddenly back in a weather factory catwalk. There were a pair of figures coming towards them from the stairs, figures unlike the griffons she had seen earlier. They walked on two legs, and she could see bits of fur emerging from within an almost tribalistic armor. A little like what the pony royal guards wore, simple shaped metal plates on leather straps. Like something out of a museum. One held a crossbow in its meaty hands, covered with gauntlets. The other wielded a staff as long as its body, longer than Olivia herself.