“You’re the one my daughter is waiting for,” said Princess Cadance, when the pomp and ceremony was over and the agreements of mutual non-aggression had been signed. Cadance did not sound very much like the pony Lucky had heard at a great distance during official ceremonies and festivals in the Crystal Empire. She sounded weary, overcome, and constantly fighting tears. A pony who was a few steps from a cliff. “What I cannot determine was how a pony like you had been living in my city for so long. Ponies of talent are meant to be gathered, so that their growth can be… encouraged in more positive directions.”