Dust smiled sadly at the filly, too innocent to have realized what a visit to the palace might entail. "When we go to talk to the princesses, we'll have to identify ourselves. I've... had papers made." She reached down to a nearby drawer with her mouth, opening it and withdrawing a dark folder there. She opened it on the floor for Lucky to see. Inside was all the forged papers it would take to prove Lucky was her daughter. Naïve or not, Lucky stared down transfixed, moving her fake birth certificate aside to stare at fake school completion certificates, and fake residency records at an orphanage in Cloudsdale.