Cozy pouts at the memory. "It was all a load of hooey. That filly had as much magical talent as a tree stump, but she was confident, pretty, and rich, at least by Hayseed standards, so other foals flocked to her like she was their own personal princess. It was absolutely pathetic." She shakes her head, frown easing as she continues. "Anyway, so for as useless as she was with her horn, High Light did at least know how to control ponies pretty well, almost as good as me, and part of taking control of a group is finding another to pit yours against. Ponies love their us versus them mentality, after all, no matter how much Twilight likes to pretend differently, and back then, us orphans made the perfect 'them' to mess with."