It defied what little I knew about these suns, but I’m certain that whatever it just released was the individual linked to the sun. But I couldn’t see who—or what—it was from this distance. The other two Princes and their comparatively natural suns continued to approach, bearing straight for this still-descending new individual. I look down at the tiny yellow sun in my frog, and silently beg it to stay out of sight. It floats around and nestles against the back of my neck, where my mane began, allowing me the use of all my legs and letting me break into a gallop to get a look for myself, never forgetting that avoiding detection and staying alive was still my priority.