“Yeah…” It was Lucky’s time to blush. Lightning Dust never forced her to stop her own studies, but she did seem to have clear priorities about what mattered and what didn’t. Books didn’t qualify. “But that doesn’t matter! We both have jackets! We’d just need… rations for a few days?” That was an astonishing thought. Human arctic expeditions required hundreds of different things. But ponies were more self-sufficient, and pegasus ponies were especially resistant to temperature and weather. Any cloud could be their water, their sleeping quarters, their bath. I still haven’t figured out how any of that works.