But having a little filly would probably help me. Ponies would be way more likely to give me a job if they knew I was supporting somepony. Dust shook her head and forced herself to banish those thoughts as she took flight for city hall. She would not become the sort of pony she hated, who manipulated the lives of others for their own personal gain. She wouldn't have to decide, really. She could give the pony what had never been given to herself: a choice. The filly might not have her cutie mark, but she was old enough to make decisions for herself.