Even before Sharpbeak took flight, Lyra had felt Dale's hand resting in the back of her neck, and she could feel the pulse hammering in his hand. I shouldn't have told Starlight to let him in, she thought. He wasn't prepared for that at all. How was he going to react to a minotaur or diamond dog? She closed the distance between them again, lightly touching his leg. What if Chief Thunderhooves wants to meet him, or even a dragon? I'll have to remember to leave a note for Twilight to have Cheerilee go over a primer in the species of Equestria tomorrow.