Lucky only laughed, breaking into a tired yawn near the end. “Y-yeah.” She shivered, adjusting herself. Looking down at the filly, Dust could find no more place in her heart for suspicion. It didn’t matter what the little voice said. This wasn’t a monster. Lucky might not be a pony the way she knew them, but why should that stop anything? Lightning Dust was friends with dragons, and griffons, and other things. Why couldn’t this one be her daughter?