Scootaloo sought out everything she could try, and threw her all into each activity. Mango harvesting had been the one she'd really wanted, but after a week of looking around the city she had to admit that it was pretty fun not having to worry about school for a time.

What surprised her was the darker coat growing through her orange one. It fluffed out in places here and there, but around her neck and the back of her head she got a russet-red tinge to her coat, but what really excited her was her wings.

Scootaloo's wings were noticeably larger, though she was losing feathers from them too.

At the breakfast table, Scootaloo stretched one wing at a time, losing a few more feathers, and said, "I want to try flying with them today."

"You'll have to talk to Dream about that. Of everypony in Thestralia—and Equestria for that matter—she knows the most about being a pegasus and turning into a bat pony." Lyra prepared breakfast, as she had each day, and again it was a bowl of fruit for each of them. "When I get home, I'm going to have the biggest bowl of porridge for breakfast."

"And gravy! I'm going to caramelize onions for a whole day to make that rich gravy you like." Sweetie was practically drooling on her apple and pear breakfast. "I want real vegetables and shire pudding…"

A knock at the front door of the hotel suite pulled Sweetie away for her repetitive breakfast. She trotted across the large living room and opened the door. "Oh! Good morning, Robin! We were just having breakfast. Did you want to join us?"

"I've already eaten. I wanted to have a talk with you all about Scootaloo. Dream said her wings are almost ready to be able to fly, and I should talk to you about the possibility of accidental cutie marking." Robin's eyes kept drifting to the bowls of fruit. She might have eaten already, but she was a bat pony. "After the one week mark is when the highest danger of cutie marks appearing starts. We've had our fair share of people sneaking into Thestralia and hiding."

"Dream didn't tell you?" Lyra asked.

"We're staying two weeks literally to give her a chance of getting her cutie mark." As she spoke, Sweetie chased a chunky piece of pear around her bowl with her fork. "Giving fate a chance to intervene."

"My wings are a bit screwed—my pegasus ones. There's a chance I might be able to fly with them, but it doesn't look good. So, after Tufts turned me into a bat pony in his Dream, we came up with this idea to maybe get me some wings." Scootaloo had been practicing with her stubby wing-claws since they started to grow, and speared a piece of apple with one and tossed it into her mouth.

Robin's mind was finally distracted from the fruit. "That's why you keep trying to do everything? You're trying to get a cutie mark?"

"We told her not to go too far with that—we want her to have a fun holiday—but Scoots seems to enjoy hunting for her cutie mark." Lyra was just as unenthusiastic about eating her breakfast. There was only so much she knew to cook with apples and pears.

"Okay." It took Robin a moment to square that away. "Well, I've warned you. That's the important bit. My boss was asking if she could meet you today."

"Your boss?" Scootaloo asked.

"Princess Screech. She's interested to meet all of you, but especially Lyra."

"Me?" Lyra asked. "Why me?"

"The effect of the gift Dream Thunder gave us has mostly worn away. We all understand Thestralian now because we speak it every day, just like we know about all the bad things because they're important to learn about, but even if you weren't actually my big sister, everypony in Thestralia knows of Lyra Heartstrings, or at least they know of you by sight." Watching her sister's expression grow more and more incredulous, Robin let out a screechy-giggle at the end. "Mum too, but she hasn't visited. She's not here."

"That explains all the odd looks Lyra keeps getting," Sweetie said.

Scootaloo giggled around her latest mouthful.

"So should I offer autographs? Signed copies of photos? How am I meant to take this?" Tapping her chin, Lyra pondered some more. "Maybe I could get my own television show?"

"TVs don't work well here, Lyra. Well, you probably haven't noticed here because Canberra is protected by several powerful Dreamers, but outside of here anything with a microchip is going to have massive problems." Walking up beside her sister, Robin speared a piece of pear from her bowl and started nibbling on it.

"So when does the princess want to see us?" Sweetie asked.

"Whenever you can get your hooves out of here. It was a little crazy in the early days of the change. People were fawning over her left, right, and center. They still do if she lingers in one place too long, but people tend to not notice her horn unless she draws attention to it." When Robin tried to spear another piece of fruit, the bowl shifted just out of her reach with a golden hue around it.

"It's my breakfast and you said you'd already eaten." Lyra stuck her tongue out at her sister.

"Maybe I can get a cutie mark related to helping a princess or just royalty in general? We didn't get to spend much time in Canterlot talking to Princess Celestia." With the impetus of a cutie mark up for grabs, Scootaloo started practically inhaling her breakfast.

Lyra looked at Robin for a moment with a big grin spreading slowly wider and wider. "You know, Scoots, Robin is technically royalty."

"What?!"

"It's true. Don't you remember when we were going in to see Princess Celestia? What did Sure Fire say as my introduction?"

Midway through working what amounted to a whole apple into her mouth, Scootaloo waited a moment to chew and swallow the fruit. "I wasn't exactly listening because I was in the process of freaking out, meeting a bat pony, and meeting Princess Celestia."

"Well, she's a duchess. I'm not sure how high a rank that is, but I'm pretty sure it counts almost as royalty."

"Not quite, but close enough that people have special ways to address me if they recognize me. It's annoying and I think Screech only did it to bug me." With her sister distracted with Scootaloo, Robin reached a wing around behind her and managed to spear a piece of apple.

"Would her ladyship like some more fruit?" Sweetie asked. "Is that the right one?"

"Yes. I mean no, but yes, I wouldn't say no to some more." This time robin speared two bits of fruit from Sweetie's bowl. "Your Grace is the one they love using. I've never been graceful in anything in my life. Ask Lyra."

"I heard you were graceful with writing laws," Lyra said.

"Lies. Blatant lies. I only did it because everypony else kept screwing it up. They left loopholes for themselves or others, or were just shortsighted enough that they didn't know they were making the legal equivalent of Swiss cheese." Robin popped the fruit in her mouth and chewed it angrily.

"I'm sure," Lyra said as she ate her last piece of fruit, "all the lawyers and politicians were so happy to have a little kid tell them how to do it properly."

"Well, yeah. They were the ones who sucked at it. They tried getting at Screech first, but she was having none of it. Of course, it didn't help that the gift Dream gave us all sort of impressed upon us how important a ruling princess was. Their honey words died the moment they saw her." Another piece of fruit was impaled by Robin's left wing-claw. "But that didn't stop them trying it with me."

"How bad was it?"

"Pretty bad. Everything from trying to treat me like a child to claiming I was biased. Sometimes at the same time. How can I be unable to grasp the subject and also smart enough to be covertly biased?" Robin looked around for something to savage, but all the fruit was already disappointingly small.

"But this Princess Screech helped, right?" Sweetie Drops asked.

"She did! She read everything I wrote and would tell them she had done so and then challenge them to find fault with it. It was kinda an encouragement to me, too. I wanted to make all the laws as short and concise as possible so she didn't have to do as much work."

Lyra smiled at hearing her sister so dedicated to helping. "And you want to introduce us to her?"

"Nope. This was all her idea. She's been having a bit of trouble working up the nerve to do it. You are the Lyra Heartstrings, after all. Big sister to a whole nation." Robin finished chewing up the last pieces of fruit she stole from Lyra's breakfast and then swallowed them.

There was a lot less outwardly royal trappings as Lyra followed Robin into Parliament House. She noticed there were guards discretely placed inside, but nothing like the shiny-armored Royal Guard that Princess Celestia kept.

Like their mother, Lyra realized Robin had access to the princess of this realm any time she wished it. Then again, she realized, so did she. They walked down yet another hall and when they walked into a room, Lyra took nearly ten seconds to realize that the mare sitting behind the desk at the back corner had a horn.

"Robin, if you give me another your highness I'll kick your butt." Screech said before slowly lifting her head. She froze at the sight of the ponies walking into her office. Robin she recognized, as well as Lyra, but the other mare and the filly she had never seen before.

Of course, technically, Screech had never seen Lyra before—but everypony in Thestralia knew what Lyra looked like. It took a little more for her brain to catch up and put more names to the other ponies. Sweetie Drops (Lyra Heartstrings' wife) and their ward, Scootaloo. The latter had perplexed Screech.

"Your Highness," Lyra said as she lowered her forequarters down to a kneel before Screech. Her time at the E.U.P. Guard combined with learning the customs of Equestria gave Lyra a good idea of how to greet a ruler of another nation.

At Lyra's side, Sweetie performed a similar kneel, also greeting Screech formally.

"Get up before she banishes all of us. Screech, I'd like to introduce my sisters and their landlord. This is Sweetie Drops, Lyra Heartstrings, and Scootaloo." Robin walked past the others and took a seat on the couch to one side of the office.

Rushing around her desk, Screech almost reached out to hug Lyra before freezing. It was too easy to let her mind just go with her "memory" and treat Lyra as an older sister. "I hope your stay has been good so far?"

"Oh no you don't." Robin jumped back to her hooves and marched over to stand almost between Screech and Lyra—then glared at the latter. "Lyra, this is Screech. She's my friend and don't you dare use her title." Turning her attention to Screech, Robin gave her no less of a hard stare. "This is my sister. She won't bite and she loves British comedy. She's also been known to let bats steal her fruit."

Sweetie stepped a bit closer and said, "Lyra's a hugger."

Screech closed the distance, and without any sign that Lyra would rebuff her approach, she wrapped her forelegs and wings around Lyra. For the first time in seven years she felt weight being lifted off her shoulders rather than added.

Lyra, having spent nearly a third of her life (and all her adult life) in Equestria, knew a pony who needed a hug when she saw one. She might not have wings to hug with, but her forelegs were more than up to the task of reaching around Screech's back and squeezing her warmly.

Robin grinned and then turned to march over to the couch again. "I've been surprised we haven't been mobbed by bats every day you've been here. Thestralia might be back on its hooves somewhat, but there's still an edge of craziness about this world that only a good hug can help with—and who better to hug than your big sister?"

"Dream mentioned this thing." Sweetie circled the huggers and found a spot on the couch too. "Something about everyone here needing knowledge of how to be a pony?"

"Yeah. The Gift everypony calls it. A condensed ball of knowledge that she, Tufts, and the Rainbow Serpent made. Well, Dream made it, the others just provided the boost of magic to make it reach all the way across the country. It was a hard time and it would have been a lot harder if everypony didn't know how to walk and fly, didn't know about the dangers that magic had made, and didn't know that there was a princess to guide them and a big sister who was looking out for the whole country. That last one kinda slipped in by mistake."

Screech, Lyra realized, wasn't just a princess in the same way she'd discovered Celestia wasn't exclusively one. The two wet patches where Screech's face was pressed to her neck assured her of that.

"I want to give up," Screech said. "I want to just—just tell somepony else they can do this job. I was never trained for this. My only claim to fame was saving a child. I should—I should be back home graduating from college or something, not—not ruling one of the biggest countries in the world."

"Do you want actual advice or somepony to nod and agree?" Lyra asked, not relaxing from the hug yet.

"Both I think. Maybe neither." Screech wished she had an excuse to continue hugging, but the time had come to part ways with this stranger who felt like the sister she'd never had. Carefully unfolding her wings from around Lyra, she pulled back a little ways and saw the damp patch she'd left on Lyra's neck. "Oh shit, I'm sorry."

"Hey, no sweat. Just order me down here to hug and I'll come running every time." Lyra kept her tone light and held up her hoof to Screech. When she got a solid hoof-strike back, she grinned a bit more. "So, what did you actually want to invite us down here for?"

"I don't actually know. Half the time I feel like a fake, the other half I feel like a bully. But the thing I really have no clue about is this." Screech lifted her wing-claw up and tapped at her horn. "Your princess' envoy tried to teach me how to use it, but I don't think I really got anything from him—teaching wasn't really his thing."

Sweetie cleared her throat. "Why don't we go for a tour of the building? I'm sure there's sights to see." Despite having a lot of proof Screech wouldn't get upset with having her failing talked about, she knew it wasn't a good idea to discuss such failings in front of a leader.

"Yeah. Okay. Come on, I think I can give you the tour of the place without anypony interrupting us." Robin could pick up the vibe Sweetie was giving off.

The moment the others were out, Lyra let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Okay, show me what you can do already. What did he—whoever was teaching you—teach you?"

Screech was surprised to be getting a lesson on the spot, but quickly straightened and focused on the task. "He'd gotten me to channel a little magic, like this." She strained herself to get the magic flowing, but when it did a warm flood started pouring through her.

"No pattern exercises? No channeling into light? Telekinesis?" At the blank look, Lyra closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, so there's a lot you're missing. The first thing I'll teach you is the two simplest things to do with all that magic. So, light." Lyra began the same lesson Twilight Sparkle had taught her. Light.

After half an hour Screech was managing to make her horn light up without any struggle and consistently. "So what was the next bit?"

"Okay, now understand this would normally take a few months to teach, mostly because so far you haven't had to target anything. Your horn is firmly attached and adding light to it is not moving things through any frame of reference."

"Frame of reference? What do you mean?" Screech watched as Lyra's own horn lit up and she floated a marker from Screech's desk over.

"Now, make this light up."

It seemed simple enough. Focusing her attention forward and away from her horn, Screech sent some power to make the marker light up—right as Lyra moved the marker. Everything Screech had been focusing on shattered because all she'd been thinking about was forward. "Okay, I think I get it. Kinda."

"You sure? Okay, try again." Lyra held up the marker again, and when she moved it the glow of Screech's horn followed it. The only thing was she noticed how Screech had done it. "You're tracking it with your head. That's a good trick, and one I've used for more advanced magic, but you need to be able to track it with your head still.

"Fortunately, you have a big advantage with this kind of magic in that you can feel with it. Reach out with your light and make the pen glow again." Lyra waited for Screech to do it. "Now close your eyes and tell me what it feels like."

At first Screech couldn't feel anything, but after a moment there was an odd tingle. Turning all her attention to it, she realized what she was feeling was movement. "Are—Are you turning it?"

"Open your eyes and look."

When Screech opened her eyes, she could see the pen slowly rotating in place with her glow of off-red light around it. "I can feel that!"

"Light is more than just light when a unicorn makes it. Magic light is an extension of a unicorn's magic field. Just because a hunk of that field is over here making this pen glow doesn't mean you can't feel it. Now, close your eyes again and tell me how I'm moving it."

Robin was at a loss. She'd showed Scootaloo and Sweetie around everything she could think that was interesting, including the odd "dream mangoes" that grew in a grove that was partly in the real world and partly Dreamtime. When she brought them back to Screech's office, she hoped Lyra and Screech were done.

Inside, Screech heard the knock on the door and was about to reply, but then she got an idea. Looking at Lyra, she got a nod from her teacher.

"Just like you did with the pen. Feel out the door handle, squeeze on it, twist it, and then pull gently. Remember, you're not holding the door, just guiding it open," Lyra said.

Screech focused her attention on the handle and ignored the knocking. She made her glow surround the handle first, felt it with her sense of touch, then twisted the handle down and pulled. Her red glow intensified a little, but Screech let out her namesake as the door opened to reveal Robin, Sweetie, and Scootaloo. "I did it!"

"Did what?" Robin asked as she walked in.

"I opened the door for you." Lifting her hoof, Screech offered it to Lyra and got her own hoof-bump back. "It helps that I had literally the best teacher in the world."

"You picked it up pretty quick. I'll talk to Princess Celestia and recommend she get you sent a better teacher. Not that I don't think I could teach you a bunch, but I have obligations of my own." Lyra looked toward Sweetie and Scootaloo. "Though, if you want to try compressing as much as possible into an hour or two each morning, I might be able to make the run up here to fill you in a little more."

"That would be appreciated. How much more is there to learn? I haven't exactly seen a lot of unicorns—and Princess Celestia's appointee didn't seem to be much of a magic user." Screech didn't want to impinge on Lyra's holiday, but at the same time she saw the need to master her powers so she could be a more effective leader.

Sweetie snorted and looked at her wife. "Aaaand now you're going to see Lyra show off. We'll probably need to go outside for this."

"Outside?" Screech asked.

"She's going to do her 'flying' thing, isn't she?" Scootaloo asked Sweetie.

"Probably. But it's generally a good idea being outside when a unicorn wants to show off."

Shrugging her shoulders, and wanting to get outside anyway, Screech used her horn's magic to grip the door handle and open it again. Grinning at how easy it had become with just a few minutes of practice, she led the way outside.

Lyra ran through all the things she could do in her head. There was exactly one hundred and thirty-six spells she trusted herself to use and not get the patterns wrong at that point in time, and it was her favorites that she wanted to use the most. "Do I need to warn you all to stand back?"

Defiantly, Sweetie Drops walked up to Lyra and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't hurt yourself. I'll stand near the princess in case anything odd should happen."

"Thanks, love." Lyra nuzzled Sweetie's cheek and then gave it a little peck. "Okay, so the first trick would be making a unicorn hover. Hovering is easy for some—some unicorns can lift themselves with their own magic—but I just can't get my head around it. That's why I cheat."

Screech froze as she watched intricate patterns of magic flicker briefly in the air and then fade. Each one had more detail than the last, and each was followed by something very odd happening. The first made a the air in front of Lyra shimmer as if it was extremely hot, the second shot a little fountain of water out of nowhere into the hot air, and the third seemed only to make Lyra's hooves glow for a moment.

"What are you—" Cutting off, Screech watched as Lyra stepped onto the resulting billowing steam she'd made. There was literally nothing supporting her. "How does that work?!"

"She's going to say magic in answer to anything you ask. You're better off just taking note of the things you'd like to learn. A warning, though, my nerdy wife spends a lot of time studying to be able to do—" Sweetie stopped talking when Lyra disappeared with a loud POMF. Unlike Screech, who was looking around at ground level, Sweetie scanned the sky. "—that. There she is."

More used to bat ponies gesturing with their wings, Screech took a moment to figure out that Sweetie was pointing up. When she looked in the indicated direction, her wings started to twitch. "She's falling!"

Sweetie was going to do nothing as Screech spread her wings wider, but she'd told Lyra she'd keep the princess safe. "Wait. This is part of it."

"But she's falling and—" Screech cut off as Lyra teleported again, this time with a flourish of fireworks as she reversed her momentum and started going up instead of down. The rest of the "flight" was observed in open-mouth shock.

Lyra would have continued, but the magic of Thestralia was subtly different to that of Equestria, and it meant she wasn't recovering as quickly as normal. Canceling her downward momentum with a reverse in direction, she teleported with as close to zero vertical movement as she could back to the ground before Screech. "If anypony tells you a unicorn can't fly, tell 'em they can."

"You don't fly, Lyra. You fall with purpose." Marching forward, Sweetie kissed Lyra on the cheek. "Are you done showing off?"

"Whatever you call it, that was real magic alright. I could learn that?" Everything Screech had learned about how the universe worked, she realized, would need an update. It was like having the horn on her head meant she could access cheat codes.

"Yes and no. The gist of what I do is I have a bunch of complex spells I memorize with preset equations baked into them. Reversing momentum is the main one for that. But then you need to spend hours each day memorizing and reinforcing the patterns. You saw the patterns, right?" The magic still wasn't rushing into her as quickly as normal, something Lyra filed away for later.

"Yes! What do those patterns mean?"

Lyra grinned. "This is a rabbit-hole, Your—"

"Don't say that. Please, just call me Screech."

"Like I was saying, this is a rabbit hole, Screech. I've spent nearly seven years learning and honing my magic. This isn't something you can just walk into and be perfect at right away."

"But you'll teach me?"

"I don't have any of the books or lesson plans. I'll talk with Princess Celestia when we get home and ask her if I can finish my duties at her school and make trips here to teach you instead." Lyra looked aside to Scootaloo, who looked more excited than ever.

Screech pondered the situation. It was plain to her that Lyra was worried about spending time away from her filly, which meant the mountain had to move instead. "What about if I met you in Cowwarr/Stonecrop for the lessons?"

"That should be a lot easier. With the train to there, I should be able to make it just about any day of the week." Now Lyra looked to her sister who had a worried expression on her face. "What's up, Robin?"

Looking rapidly between Lyra and Screech, Robin let out a short huff. "W-Well, Screech is almost the best at Dreamtime magic, but flying to Cowwarr and back on the same day is—"

"I would make it there one evening and come back the following. It would mean I'm away from the capital for two nights and a day each week, but I think this might help with another situation that I've let build too long." Stretching a wing out and over Robin's shoulders, Screech grinned toothily at her. "How would you like to be acting prime minster for a day a week?"

Giggling at the sight of her sister floundering, Lyra made her way over to Sweetie and Scootaloo to leave the bat ponies to sort things out. "So, got everything worked out for the rest of the day?"

"I was thinking we could go further north, actually. There's a lot of fun things to do when you get north of Sydney. Somepony said we should go to the Gold Coast to see the beaches." Sweetie looked at Lyra knowingly. "But that's too far, isn't it?"

Sighing, Lyra nodded. "You know how far we came to get here? About that far again to reach the Gold Coast. It's just south of Brisbane in Queensland." Using her magic, Lyra made as good a map of Australia as she could and highlighted the spots as she mentioned them. "Next time we'll go that far north, okay?"

Having been quiet while all the talk of magic went on, Scootaloo saw a need to have her say now. "Aren't there any beaches nearby?"

"We're inland a bit… Do you have a map?" Lyra asked.

Sweetie Drops was ready for this exact moment. She produced a map from her pack and offered it to Lyra Heartstrings. "It's a fair way…"

"You're right, but I think I can get us there. You both like flying, right?" Lyra's grin was wide—from each corner of her mouth and it made her whole face light up. Her eyes even twinkled.

"You know," Sweetie said, "I know I'm going to regret this, but let's try it."

Scootaloo danced around and screeched excitedly while flapping her wings.

Sidling up to Screech and Robin, Lyra tried to break into their conversation, only to find it something she hadn't expected. They weren't arguing like a leader and their follower. "Excuse me?"

"… and you really shouldn't be putting that much strain on yourself. Lyra will work you into the ground while you're there, too." Robin had barely noticed her sister's attempt at getting their attention.

Screech had barely noticed Lyra above the noise of the conversation. "Then it will need to be a day and a half. We're in a period of calm right now, and I trust you to keep things under control for me until I get back."

"Uh, guys?" Lyra asked, and when she didn't get a response she tried a bit louder. "Hey!"

Robin and Screech both froze and turned to look at Lyra.

"We're going to the beach for the rest of the day. Is there anything we need to keep an eye out for?" When Lyra got two blank looks in reply, she just shrugged and turned. "Looks like we're fine."

"Wait!" Screech followed Lyra back to where Sweetie and Scootaloo were waiting. "How will you be traveling? The Dreamtime might be—"

"We'll be flying." Sweetie Drops looked to Lyra. "Right?"

"Yup. I just need to get the initial angle right, then make the rest right angles. Who needs pegasi and flying carts when you have unicorn power!" Lyra looked back to Screech to see if there was any further protest. When there wasn't, she checked the map again. "Okay. Scoots, keep your wings tucked and get on Bon Bon's back. Then I just have to worry about two flings each time. Ready?"

Bouncing in place a few times, Scootaloo wound up flapping her wings furiously to get up onto Sweetie. "I'm ready!" she said as she shimmied up Sweetie's back and wrapped her forelegs around the mare's neck.

"Would saying I think this is crazy count as a not ready?" Sweetie asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope." Lyra judged her first teleport and launched the three of them high into the air. When the sound of the teleport faded—ripped from their ears as they began to fall—she prepared the second teleport. "Get ready!"

"What?!" Sweetie had to shout to be heard, and even then she doubted she had been.

Lyra cast the second teleport. This one didn't fling them straight back up into the air, but rather into a ballistic trajectory at 45deg to their fall. The result was they were no longer falling down but up and at an angle. With a shout of excitement, she prepared the next teleport.

Watching the trio shoot away into the distance, Screech felt tiny for a moment. Even at her best she couldn't fly anywhere near as fast as they were. "Does your sister do this kind of thing all the time?"

"If you mean crazy and… crazy. Yes. I think she's seriously stepped up her game lately." Robin couldn't help but smile as the three were soon lost even to sharp bat pony sight. "I still don't think you should do this."

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