“Of course,” Discord said, and he didn’t even sound malicious as he said it. “I’m just going to give them something to carry.” He snapped off the little metal struts, then tore off the sail and tossed the whole thing roughly into a canvas saddlebag. He offered it to me. “You will give this to Clover. Tell him that his first mission, before all else, is to travel to the furthest reaches of his new home and bury this.”