“You the ones I was sent for?” Olivia asked, her voice unnaturally loud over the storm. It also didn’t sound quite like she was the one speaking. Flurry Heart had long since come to recognize the slightly unnatural cadence of someone repeating a translation. The spell that Forerunner’s ponies used wasn’t as smooth or as seamless as a pony spell, but anyone could use it and it wouldn’t drive you crazy. “I’m Prefect Fischer. Planetary Governor Lucky Break sent me.” 