She bore down on him like a freight train, all spikes and smoke and a wild smile. “Hails, good sir! Hails, brother of fate! Can you hear the bells ringing? Can you hear the wind turning? Change is upon us, and I am its standard-bearer!” She stamped the butt of her spear against the ground as magic flared from its tip like a beacon. “Tell me, do you chafe under the shackles of Equestrian rule? Do you yearn for glory? Then rise! Rise against your masters! Carpe fatum! Will you join me, and seize the reins of your own destiny?”