Lyra’s focus snapped back to the present. Could he feel some of the magic if he touched it himself? It wasn’t something that was normally done—given their magical nature, a cutie mark was only slightly less sensitive than a unicorn’s horn. Yet, there was a certain appeal to the idea: a symmetry, almost. Her initial displeasure at her cutie-mark had caused her maestro to impart a new wisdom on her—one which the fillies in her class certainly wouldn’t have—and she’d gone on to win awards and acclaim as a duelist, and now she was here with Dale; a progression of events which her cutie-mark had not predicted in the slightest.