“We’re not ignorant.” Sarah turned her back on the tree. “Okay, I’m ignorant about your world, obviously. But I’m not ignorant about everything. We’re not from Equestria, for one. James and I are from somewhere new—a city called Othar. We aren’t even ponies. Or we didn’t use to be, I guess. I grew up on a planet light-years from here, and so did James. We’re trying to rebuild a spacefaring civilization.”