“Probably not,” Dust agreed. “But that doesn’t matter. We could totally live here.” She looked up at the sky, eyes narrowing. “They have as much weather control as Othar, it looks like. What do all the pegasi who live here do, just sit around all day?” They stepped up the gangplank onto the boat, passing Perez where he lounged on the deck. He was painting something perched between his hooves, though she couldn’t get a good look at what. He had a rifle leaned up against the railing, though it wasn’t within reach.