I feel the sun flaring up in time with my anger, as if experiencing it with me. But rather than embrace it’s tempting expression of power, I instead order it to reduce it’s luminosity and size, as I was used to doing by this point. It floated back into the cabin with me once it was small enough, shrinking until it could once again fit between my hooves with ease. For now, I let it float by my side, using it’s light to observe the uncertain and characteristically dream-like instrumentation before me. I could navigate well enough with just the lightning, and this way I could quickly conceal the light for when the other Princes arrive. It wouldn’t be long now.