“Would you believe me if I said I was lost?” she asked, looking over to the side. Handy felt the temperature drop slightly and he noticed an odd look in the griffon’s eye as she looked away. It was that same strange glimmer he noticed from time to time. The first time he had seen it was in Spurbay when Welcome Sight had shamed an entire street’s worth of ponies for alienating him and Joachim. Well, not the same; something was different about it each time he noticed it in the eyes of ponies and griffons.