She really can’t bring back stories about me being anything other than a pony, or we’re all fucked. It wouldn’t matter to the other princesses that Flurry Heart had decided to come on her own, she was sure. But there was no sense worrying about that kind of thing just now. She had more important worries—such as solving the ultimate mystery of who had built the ring, and why. That kind of mission was worth a little personal risk.