Everything about the scroll looked official—the seal pressed into the top, the rich purple ribbon tying it off, the quality of the penmanship writing Lucky’s name. Lucky eagerly set the scroll down on her table and untied it with her mouth—something that required such coordination she couldn’t do with hooves. It rolled open in front of her easily, displaying more of the same impeccable, perfect script. Even looking at her words, Lucky could tell she was reading the words of someone smarter than she was.