Dust chuckled. “No, probably not. I remember kiam mi estis orfo, kaj neniu prizorgis min. Won’t be like that.” She gestured for James with a wing, and she hurried over. Reading such gestures was becoming easy for her—after all, almost all the aliens had them. After having encountered only one pony without, they had become the standard means of communication between her and the species whose language she didn’t yet speak.