They were both there—Lucky and the missing princess, both dressed the same way. They wore strange fabric suits, though the cloth was pulled away from around their faces. Even their manes and tails were covered. It looked a little like the armor Lucky kept in their apartment. It looked like that, only much friendlier, better tailored. But there was no mistaking her little filly’s face inside, or the way she walked. Not quite a proper pony walk, her stance always a little uneven. It had taken Dust nearly a month to notice that.