Confused memories slid into view. The injured griffon cub they’d brought back to the castle. Her sister rescuing Philomena from the clutches of a dragon. A pair of foals draping a flower wreath around her neck, as if she’d just won a race. A tiny pinto colt begging her for just one more Nightmare Night. A failed attempt to befriend a dragon—clearly, that plan had finally come to fruition during her long exile.