“You’re a thestral.” That was the pony, the one sitting across from the dragon. Sarah took her in at a glance—olive drab, with a washed-out blue mane. She looked so similar to some of the other ponies on the first floor. Actually, she was pretty sure this pony did live on the first floor. She’d been sitting at a full table with ponies in strange vests and hadn’t talked much with anyone else. “Sorry to say it doesn’t get better. Requisition medical for Melodex. That’s what the bats on my team are taking, and it helps keep them awake when they should be. Should work for you too.”