Life in Motherlode settled into something like normal for a while—pods flew in every few days, with a few of the Elements and some locals they had brought back from who knew what remote Equestrian place. After the third or so mission, they started referring to her by name. By the tenth, she was starting to pick up a little more Eoch through sheer exposure. She hadn’t really bothered with the weather contractors, since part of that mission had been about teaching them English. Now she had a reason.