Dust didn’t say anything, so there was another long silence. Lucky’s story sounded about as crazy as it had the first time she heard the pieces of it. But at the same time, it did make sense. It fit with what she’d seen—how helpless and confused the pony had been. Where this new language had come from, even though they were all ponies. Why Lucky cared so much about things that most ponies would’ve dismissed as academic questions they didn’t need to worry about.