The sun was approaching the horizon and ponies were starting to filter out of the park. Dang, you really expected her to be practicing. Your eyes survey the fields. An elderly couple sitting on a park bench, two kids having some kind of magic duel in the volleyball pit, a green pegasus flying from treetop to treetop. Wait, what? You focus in on the suspicious activity. Definitely Zephyr. Dang he’s the last thing you want to deal with right now. You sigh and contemplate going to talk to him. You’ll have to do it eventually. But you need to work things out with Rain—