“James Irwin was.” Lucky shifted on her hooves, pawing at the ground. “But I don’t feel like I need to go back to being him.” She spread her wings, tapping the side of her horn with one hoof. “That me is growing in Othar right now—from generation one. I’m not sure if I ever told you about that. But by now, changing back would just be going through the same misery I did all over again.”