“Well, Lucky.” Lightning Dust looked resigned. “I understand why you would want to help these ponies. If none of them can fly, then they’re foals as helpless as you were when you first came to me. Do you think they’d like a flight school? Your island’s weather is out of control—rain coming and going all the time, winds that could tear up flowers. Not enough consistent moisture anywhere for earth ponies to grow crops. Somepony should teach them.”