To her relief, Sparkshower and Glamerspear were in plain sight, illuminated by two glowing white orbs with thin teal tethers. Glam was in the washroom, projecting the light-balls while simultaneously holding up a pair of small scissors in her telekinetic aura, trimming the bangs of her mane to stop it from poking down underneath the brow of her helmet. But she had the rest of her armor on, and it looked parade ready. Sparkshower was sitting patiently in the common room, armor polished, caparison clean, and Bradamante Lance resting ready on the sofa. Both of them lifted their eyes to meet Honour’s, and they exchanged glances.