Lightning Dust shrugged, though she kept glancing back at her right foreleg. Lucky couldn’t see anything different about it—no injuries or anything, but she could guess. “Okay. Your older sister says I can fly around now. The magic won’t hurt me. Which is great, because I think I’m going insane stuck underground this long. You wanna go up and gather up some rain or something? Maybe we could make a thunderstorm just over the island!”