When she’d been really young, though, her own identity had always confused her. Pegasi, like her mother, had their weather control and flight. Unicorns had magic. For a long time Lyra had neither. She didn’t even have any talent with food, so she couldn’t just call herself an earth pony with a useless horn either. But then she’d picked up the lyre, magic had become second nature to her, and she had moved past that entire awkward phase.