Deadlight stared at it for a good several seconds, then shrugged. “Absolutely nothing. I’ve never seen that star before, not even in ancient drawings. And I’ve seen lots of ancient stuff—more than most ponies. Most don’t even want to leave the cities, even though Equestria is perfectly safe.” He took a breath, looking away. “Are you all changelings? Is that why you look like the same pony, because she’s the only one you’ve learned to copy?”