Even Olivia was learning—she looked up from the filly-sized desk she was working behind, raising one wing in greeting. “Hello Lightning Dust,” she said, her accent quite thick. That was about as far as she went before she switched to English. Fortunately, Lightning Dust had taken to wearing a headset with her everywhere, which had a translation spell cast on it. Not the best translation spell she’d seen in her life, but it always seemed to be getting better. “Is something wrong?”