A voice came over the transmitter. It wasn’t Flurry Heart’s, didn’t belong to anypony Lucky had met. Yet there was no mistaking the absolute confidence in its tone. The harsh judgement, the barely suppressed anger. Whoever this pony was, she was mature and accustomed to obedience. “I hope you realize the damage you’ve done,” said the voice. “Flurry Heart might not recover. Don’t think the eyes of Harmony aren’t watching right now.”