The stallion seemed taken aback by the behavior. He asked Lyra another question, and she shook her head, a blush forming on her cheeks. He didn’t appear entirely satisfied with her answer; he was tapping his pen against the paper. Dale wasn’t sure what kind of body language that was—it seemed like an awful lot of effort to write with a pen telekinetically, so what was the point of the tapping motion? Unless it was somehow symbolic. Finally, he wrote down a few notes on his paper. Dale glanced at the page—the unicorn was writing in some kind of cursive: the letters were entirely different than the ones he’d been learning so far. That was just what he didn’t want to have to deal with—a second alphabet that they used.