She hated to dreamwalk with adult ponies—really, with adults of any species. She had, back in the formative days of Equestria, but it was difficult to get through all the mental barriers. Each species had their own. Naturally, she’d improved with practice, and had even been able to plant small seeds of ideas in the heads of a few griffons . . . but it just didn’t feel right to do that. If somepony called for her help, it was one thing, but to go in uninvited was no different than just stopping by some random pony’s house and eating all their flowers. No, that wasn’t true. It was worse.