Luna dutifully recorded what she’d seen, before shifting her vision. Now the dark streaks stood out as faint red lines, so different from the rest of Trixie’s magical aura. Even without really needing to, Luna floated a thick book on pony ki over to her side and began flipping through the pages. The Neighponese were quite interested in the subject, and it was odd that the Equestrians generally weren’t. As far as she knew, this book had never been translated; she’d spent enjoyable months learning enough of the language to read it. The artistry of the diagrams—and the syllabic writing—were glorious to behold, much more elegant that the ordinary Unicorn script. They took such pride in their calligraphy.