That was good—maybe the pony wouldn’t notice just how little Lightning Dust had to offer. Until yesterday, her home had only had one large room, all built herself. A kitchen in one corner, a desk she barely used in the other, and a hammock hanging over everything else. At one point Wonderbolts paraphernalia had occupied every spare spot in the little cloud house, but now there were only empty walls and empty shelves. Every poster and model was now rotting in the dump, where they belonged.