Skyblazer and Cobalt awoke in Zecora's cabin. They both looked around, confused, before getting out of their beds to look for the zebra.

She wasn't inside, so they stepped outside into the Everfree Forest. It was night still. The pair backed up towards the door, watching for monsters, but none appeared. Not so much as a single timber wolf.

In the foggy distance, an obscured figure approached. Cobalt and Sky hovered in the air above, ready for a fight, but it was Zecora who emerged from the dense fog. She seemed oddly out of focus, as though their vision was blurry.

When she spoke, it was a haunting, rhyming echo, "Tread carefully, my friends, for all is not as it seems. You are not invincible within the realm of dreams."

Zecora stepped back into the fog and faded from view. Her cabin, and the forest terrain below, became even further obscured by fog. Cobalt and Sky looked at each other, confused, and then watched as a new scene came into view and the fog cleared.

They landed now. Sky's hooves and Cobalt's talons and paws settled on solid ground littered with dried autumn leaves. Despite how real it all felt, they now knew this must truly be a dream. It was the zenith of summer, and the trees had not yet began to change color.

In front of them was a wooden gate, with faded paint on it which read, "Haycart Farm".

Stepping through this gate, they found themselves in a shallow facsimile of the farm. This place, whatever it was, was very disorientating. It felt very much like eating the wrong kind of mushroom. Details were missing and the landscape was vague, as dreams go, and yet the frightening thing was, Cobalt and Sky were aware of this fact.

The farmhouse was a shimmering mirage that never seemed to get closer. The trees were paper thin and couldn't be seen from the side. Yet off to one side of the field, the world became very realistic.

Cobalt and Sky flew in this direction. They drew near to where the world seemed to come into focus again. Sky felt Cobalt tap him on the side, and looked over at her. He realized they had reach the edge of the dream, and could no longer progress. They were stuck flying in place at the line where the hazy space of the dream met... reality? A vision?

They couldn't see much beyond this point. It was as though they had a small window through an opaque barrier. They could see ground about forty feet below, judging by the trees. A purple ring of magic energy drew their attention.

Within this ring were two ponies: Lightning, and Twilight. They seemed to be talking, but couldn't be heard. Cobalt watched in stunned silence as Twilight began crying and hugged Sky's mother, who seemed to be sympathetic.

Suddenly, the window of clarity closed, and they were left staring at an opaque, hazy edge of the dream world which could not be passed through by any amount of strength or magic.

They turned back the way they came, uncertain of what they were meant to do. Finding direction was difficult here. There was no moonlight, no sunlight. It was neither night nor day. A soft, cold light suffused the world through gray clouds overhead.

Sky spoke, noticing his voice echo as though they were in a cave, "What do you think would happen if we flew above those clouds?"

"Probably can't go past them, same as the sides," answered Cobalt.

Curious about something, Sky closed his eyes and focused. The clouds far above stirred a little, and darkened. It began raining. Cobalt exclaimed,

"Thanks, that's just perfect. Trapped in cloud cookoo land and now it's storming."

"Sorry, sorry, I'll fix it," apologized Skyblazer, as he reduced the moisture content of the clouds above. It ceased pouring.

Cobalt shook the water out of her feathers. She was not amused.

Sky seemed on the verge of laughing, and covered his mouth with a front hoof. Cobalt glared at him, her feathers ruffled, and Sky couldn't help but giggle a bit.

She was about to tackle him and give him the what-for, but then she stopped and pointed at the ground. Skyblazer looked, expecting to be punched while distracted. A small wagon breached the fog. They could see the tracks formed behind it on the muddy ground.

On landing, Skyblazer was shocked to see his younger sister struggling to pull a cartload of harvested rye and alfalfa. He began to talk in a panic, entirely forgetting that they were in a dream,

"Violet, you shouldn't be doing this by yourself! Where's Piney at, is Hayseed here? That's too much weight for you, here, let me help."

As Sky moved towards the wagon in order to strap on the yoke, something strange happened. He found himself passing right through the wagon like a ghost. Violet didn't even seem to recognize their presence.

Cobalt, still flying overhead and keeping a lookout, yelled down,

"Hey Sky, get up here! I think we're under attack!"

Sky took off, leaving deep hoof prints in the muddy ground. He reached Cobalt, and looked around the dream world for signs of danger. From all sides, shadows neared. As they drew closer, they were revealed to be jet black pegasi with bug-like wings and holes in their body.

Cobalt began freaking out now. "What the hell, what the hell? Skyblazer, what are these?!"

Sky knew, from talks with Twilight and his mother's journal. He paled, and said, "Oh dear Celestia. We're fighting changelings."

"WHAT?!"

"They can turn into anything they want! This... this is going to suck, Cobalt."

"Well, let's take them down fast before they can change!"

Cobalt charged the looming shadows, which was no easy feat in this bizarre space. Her sense of direction and inveterate sense of what's up and down as a flying creature seemed all off kilter.

She smashed into a gathered cloud of changelings at speed. To Sky's horror, she passed right through them in a ghostly fashion, same as had just happened to him.

She came stumbling back in a drunken zig-zag, confused but unharmed.

"Sky! They turned into vapor!" she yelled.

Despite himself, and the situation, Sky burst out laughing until he could hardly breathe. He said through persistent giggles, "They... they can't just turn into smoke! We're in a dream, goofball. Don't think we can interact with objects. Here, let me try something."

He caught his breath, cleared his throat, and considered his options. He touched a hoof to the silver chain of his necklace, and considered the gray gem which was nestled in the tuft of fur at his chest.

Dream. Pyro.

Skyblazer blitzed towards the changeling horde at incredible velocity. The air crackled around him. His eyes watered. He tucked in to reduce the ferocious wind drag against his body. The changelings dispersed as he phased right through them, and he snapped his wings open wide.

He performed a rather crooked loop, and observed the world upside-down as the changelings all reformed into a phalanx of shields and spears.

On descent, he unleashed a furious blast of flame that would make a dragon proud. To his surprise, it seemed to work. Several changelings caught on fire, and the remainder shrieked and rushed to ground level. Right towards Violet and her heavy cart.

Sky checked himself. This was the realm of dreams, it wasn't real. Nopony could actually be hurt by anything here, and Violet wasn't even in the dream. She was an imaginary figment.

Violet screamed, looked up at the descending changelings, and tried to get unhitched from the cart quickly. She was in too much of a rush, and got the buckles and cords tangled up. It was too heavy, she was bogged down by mud, and Skyblazer reacted too slowly, stunned by what was happening.

Sky came screaming down from the heavens, and he surpassed the sound barrier. A booming shockwave ripped across the dreamspace. The sheer force cracked the edge of the dream, and fierce light shone through.

In spite of his ridiculous velocity, there was no way he was going to get there in time to stop the monsters from killing his sister. There was no hope. It was all over.

There was another, smaller bang. It sounded like a cannon going off. A portal opened, dark blue in color, with rays of light radiating from it. From this fissure in space and time stepped Princess Luna.

She hovered in the air. Her eyes glowed a fierce white, and her body followed suit. She landed with absolute composure, and walked towards the changelings.

The shadowy cloud noticed her, and began marching her way. Sky had carefully come to a stop, which had taken a while from the sheer speed he was going. Cobalt had just now caught up with him and hovered by his side, watching the scene below, aghast.

Each changeling had shifted into a fierce form for battle. Weapons, monsters, animals, some in indescribable, amorphous, spiky shapes. Sky expected Violet to retreat now in fear, but to his surprise, she just seemed very confused. She stayed where she was, with the cart tipped over on its side, and tilted her head.

Violet Haycart watched the monsters flee just as suddenly as they had appeared. It had been sunny and hot just earlier, but suddenly, the weather had chilled and clouds had formed overhead. That was when black shapes came swooping down towards her.

The shapes had paused in the air. They did acrobatics and flew in formation. Violet had wondered if it was the Wonderbolts doing a practice session. But then, one gathering of flying creatures had suddenly caught on fire. These flaming, abyssal pegasi then came swooping down for her, and she screamed in terror.

She could see, now, that they were changelings. Her mother had only briefly mentioned the existence of those things with great fear and loathing. Violet recalled her story of the beautiful wedding between Shining Armor and Princess Cadence, which was rudely interrupted by the changelings years before. They had attempted to destroy the capital city, and failed, thanks to the efforts of everypony there.

Violet was far too shocked and surprised to bother asking why these creatures were here, now, attacking her farm. She had to run. Quickly, she undid several buckles and wiggled out of the yoke. Getting all hitched up to a cart with only her mouth for dexterity wasn't a simple task, and it was time consuming. She pulled on a square knot wrong, and got it stuck. She couldn't get away from the heavy cart, and the sudden storm made the ground too slippery to gain any traction. The monsters were right on her now.

Pain enshrouded her. It was far greater than the suffering she endured every day from her sickness. Far worse than the pain in her joints on cold mornings. These insect-like pegasi formed into a hail of blades, and she was certain this was to be her last day alive in Equestria.

As the cart was knocked over and she fell into the mud, the changelings suddenly ceased attacking. They weren't fleeing, but rather, charging. To her further fright, they all assumed a wide variety of very creative, very dangerous forms, and kept marching.

But at what? There was nothing over there! They were surrounding empty air! Violet was far too injured and shocked to stand, but she managed to crawl under the cart for whatever safety it offered. She heard galloping hoofs approaching, and started crying.

Her mothers voice graced her ears, "Violet, sweetheart! Dear Celestia, what happened to you..." she yelled off into the distance, "Piney! Get the first aid supplies! Run, your sister is hurt!"

Lighting looked in the direction of the noise and commotion with a start. She exclaimed,

"What the hell? Where did those come from, why didn't I get a warning from Barley? Oh Tartarus no, by Luna's mane, what if Barley couldn't warn me... please, please, no."

Lightning, as well, was flummoxed by the changelings' behavior. She was ready and willing to charge at them, disregarding her lost flight. Although she didn't comprehend quite what was happening, she still tried to put a stop to it.

Her feathers bristled on her remaining wing as she cast her cloak to the side and stepped forward. Her eyes reflected a cold and tranquil fury. The storm clouds from earlier formed again. Cascades of rain formed rivulets in the furrows of the field. Lightning began to strike, and lightning began to strike. The bolts hit with an angry precision on each group of changelings, and to Lightning's horror, it did all of nothing.

Agitated and confused, Lightning gathered her strength and built up a potent gust of wind and rain. The hurricane-force winds, at least, seemed to bluster the changelings to the side a bit, but the effect was tiny for the force of the windspeed. At a loss for words, Lighting sat, her jaw dropped, as Piney Haycart ran to the scene at a full gallop, holding a first aid kit in his mouth.

Back in the dream, Cobalt and Skyblazer watched Lightning conduct her symphony of meteorological havoc. One lightning bolt hit them--or rather, passed through them, doing no physical damage. Cobalt wasn't able to hold her bladder at this, and Sky was badly shaken for his part. They grit their teeth and shook off the insanity, observing that the weather had no affect on the changelings either.

Sky noted how none of his family could see Luna or them. He came to an ominous conclusion, and told his griffon companion, "Cobalt, what if the farm down below is actually real!"

Cobalt blanched in surprise. She commented, "I hope not, that poor little earth pony down there seems hurt pretty bad."

Sky remained as stock still as it was possible to be while maintaining flight. He suddenly tore for the ground below. Violet was cut badly all over, and bleeding. His mom and brother were doing the best they could with gauze and healing potion, but it was a dire situation. Sky yelled,

"Mom! Can you hear me! I'm right here, please notice me! There has to be a way."

In desperation, Sky tried slamming down lightning bolt after lightning bolt on the changeling swarms. He didn't notice as they were simply annihilated by the blasts. He formed a decent-sized funnel cloud, and didn't see the grounded changelings, and Princess Luna, run off to the side and put up magic barriers to evade the twister. In spite of all of this, his mother, brother, and grievously injured sister didn't notice his presence by their side.

Caring for Violet in reality, Lightning and Piney finished tending to her wounds best they could. Piney stretched back to draw a machete from a sheath at his side, with which he cut the ropes binding Violet to the cart.

He quietly spoke to his mom, "I had no idea she was out here, mom, I'm so sorry, if I would have known..."

"It's not your fault, Piney," Lightning replied, as she and her son gently picked up Violet and set her in the cart. They jury-rigged the equipage in order to both hitch to the cart and trot away from there as fast as they could with the weight. There was simply no time to unload all the grains.

Violet quietly spoke up, "Mom, I think I saw the princess, and I thought I saw my brother flying down towards us really fast. He fought all the changelings with lightning."

"Shh, quiet for now dear, you need to rest," said Lightning, believing her daughter to be suffering from shock.

As Lightning's mother hurried away from the scene, thinking of Violet, the mystery of her husband's health and the damage to their farm, she spoke under her breath, "Skyblazer, if you're out there, and you can hear me, please help. I don't know what to do anymore."

Skyblazer did hear her, even through the storm. He ascribed that to the dream world. The words from Zecora's prophecy came surging to the fore. Skyblazer, can you hear me, can you see infinity...

He turned his attention to the changelings, and realized that he had managed to hurt them with his weather control. He said as much to Cobalt.

"Sky, I don't think it's that," meekly answered a badly shaken Cobalt.

Skyblazer looked at her. He froze up in shock. She was holding an emerald, firmly gripped in her left talons. It was star shaped, and set into a ring. It was glowing profusely. And it was touched against Sky's side.

Cobalt looked at it, looked at a stunned Sky, and said, "It was just sitting there on a tuft of cloud that formed when you went all axe-crazy with the weather. So I took it, I'm a griffon, I like sparkly things dammit. Then when all that lightning hit the ground, while you weren't looking, I saw sparks fly and they formed a word, and I'm not lying Sky, it was in griffontongue. It said, 'unity'. So I figured we needed to fight together."

"There's no way, not another one..." answered Sky, as he held up his necklace to Cobalt, and continued, "I got this from a dream."

Cobalt tried the ring on. It fit perfectly. She stared for a moment, her beak dropped in surprise.

The two completely different creatures looked at each other, realization dawning on their faces.

"Back to back?" asked Skyblazer, and Cobalt nodded.

They flew in the air, pressed flat back against each other, their wings only inches apart, beating rapidly and enhanced with innate magic to keep them aloft and stationary. Sky took control of the weather and pyro spells as changelings approached in myriad flying forms. A dragon one went down with a criss-cross gust of wind that cut off all of his lift.

Cobalt seemed to have acquired her very own unicorn telekinesis. A rich blue energy emerged from the faceted green emerald ring. It enveloped changelings, and smashed them into cloud structures as solid as brick walls, formed by Sky.

When at last the air around them was clear, they looked down at how the battle below was going while breathing hard. Sweat steamed off of Sky. Cobalt, who could not sweat, panted and requested a personal rain cloud.

Sky formed a cloud, which Cobalt was also able to rest on, either due to the dream world or the new unity crystal. They both rested with their front limbs on the edge of the aerial platform, observing the grisly fight beneath as though they were spectators at a gladiator event.

Luna had changed. She now possessed the form Cobalt had first seen her in, as Nightmare Moon. They could only watch in shock and awe as the changeling army was massacred by concentrated darkness and a wide variety of forbidden spells.

Nightmare Moon laughed manically as she speared a half dozen changelings at once with crystal spikes from the ground. There was a lot of blood. The space around her cleared, and she began to charge energy up in an ominous ball of light. It was a deep purple, almost black.

Dozens more changelings encroached. There was a shrill whirring noise as the dark energy was unleashed in a vicious spiral. Every single changeling was cut down where it stood.

Nightmare rose into the skies, nearing a terrified Cobalt and Sky. Her eyes glowed a fierce purple. She had summoned some kind of astral armor, and she was a good bit spikier than before. She seemed to be flickering with sparks of energy. She spoke,

"Help me--heh hehe--no, zap me! Hit me now! Do it--you will perish."

As Nightmare reared back to unleash some unknown, ancient spell, Sky flew from the cloud, and exhausted the remainder of his energy to summon a final lightning bolt. He tried to keep it as small and pitiful as he could, and Nightmare was hit by a puny zap of lightning.

Sky blacked out for a moment, and fell. Cobalt dove to catch him, and hold him as he shook it off.

Nightmare had gained her composure now. There was a gentle, suffusing, purple glow as she reverted to her passive form.

Luna stood before them again. She excused herself, and flew to the ground, where she lost her lunch. After drinking down rainwater from a puddle, she returned.

She spoke softly now, "I can't believe I almost struck both of you with a curse of enfeebling torment. Apology will not suffice. This is why we avoid our ancient forms, it is not easy to maintain control."

Sky and Cobalt nodded, both quite thunderstruck.

"Please, wait here. I shall travel to reality and offer healing magic for the injured pony. I assume she is of relation to you, pegasus?"

Skyblazer answered, "Yes, that's my sister, Violet."

Luna blasted away from their cloud perch with startling speed. Sky couldn't imagine that kind of acceleration. In a heartbeat, she had reached the ponies below, where she opened another portal and disappeared from view.

Sky badly wanted to fly over, but Cobalt restrained him and suggested they heed the insane pony's advice. Sky, in turn, chastened her for calling one of the ruling sisters insane when she was basically a deity.

Cobalt's sarcastic reply to this was, "Yeah I've heard they're supposed to be immortal. That doesn't make them some kind of holier-than-thou higher power. Just stupidly powerful ponies. Emphasis on the stupid. Why the hell go after so much power that you can't even use it anymore?"

"Excuse me, but were you there thousands of years ago? Were any of us?" asked Sky, "I'm sure they had a good reason to obtain their forms--maybe it wasn't even their choice."

Cobalt, too proud to offer an apology, said that Sky was probably right.

In the real world, Lightning and Piney--now joined by an inebriated but concerned Barley--jumped a bit in surprise at the cacophony of a portal opening. As the noise of the displaced air ceased ringing in their ears, they noticed Princess Luna. They all immediately bowed to her.

Luna spoke, "Please cease your formalities, we haven't the time. I would like to offer my services to heal the injured pony."

Barley barred her path, and exclaimed in a drunken stupor, "Oh no you don't. You use dark magic, right Luna? Well you, hic, ye ain't getting close to my daughter with your crazy spells!"

At this, Luna gave him an annoyed stare and used magic to greatly amplify her voice. She yelled, "Doth thou challenge powers beyond mortal kin?!"

Barley backed off now, removing his hat and apologizing, "No, no of course not your highness, go right on ahead."

Luna bumped into him as she passed. Lightning noticed numerous cuts and burns all over her body and realized that, rather then tend to her own wounds, she had chosen to heal Violet first.

Purple energy exuded from Luna's horn, becoming a white glow which infused Violet. This lasted several minutes, and was then withdrawn. Most of her wounds had healed over, and even the deepest cuts were manageable now with bandages and potion.

Now, Luna stepped a distance away to lay in the grass and use the same spell on herself. She rose, and approached the family.

Lightning said, "Thank you, and I'm so sorry about my husband. He has a deep distrust of magic."

"It is only natural, and quite understandable," replied Luna.

"Princess Luna, what in the name of, well, you, just happened?"

"This is not the proper time for an explanation. I believe, if I am not sorely mistaken, that you are of relation to a pegasus with fur and feathers the same tone as yours."

"Yes, my son Skyblazer is a pegasus. Why?"

Luna nodded, and said cryptically, "With this knowledge, I now assume that destiny intends for your son to discuss these matters with you. I must travel to dreamspace now, I have urgent matters to attend to."

Luna entered the portal, which slammed shut behind her.

She found herself in dreamspace once more. Or rather, the shattered relic of what should be dreamspace. She sighed, and gave an exhausted look at the work that lie before her. Doubtless she would be informed by her sister that she had been gone for several days when she returned to the castle.

For now, the enigma of the pegasus and the griffon. This was the pegasus' dream, and the griffon had no damn right to be here sharing it. Something was amiss.

The wind buffeted her as she hurtled towards their cloudy perch. She kept her eyes closed for the entire flight. The physical, manifest vista was useless for navigation in this plane. She relied on the ley lines to guide her path.

The griffon and pegasus waited eagerly for their explanation. This needed to be kept simple and to the point so Luna could proceed with repairs, and then return to reality for her royal duties and to care for her diurnal needs.

Skyblazer spoke to her, "Your highness, I've always heard rumors that you had power over dreams and stuff. Thank you for saving my sister, we owe you."

Luna replied, "Do not thank me, young pegasus. This is merely my sphere of responsibility. Are you Skyblazer?"

"I am Skyblazer Haycart, and the scene below is the Haycart farm where I was born. Or I think it is. I don't know how much of this is real. This is Cobalt, we literally only met a few hours ago. She saved my mother's life a long time ago when... I don't want to offend you, but... uh, she was in the Wonderbolts at the time when night fell so..."

"I see the implication, and do not bear grudge but rather shame and guilt," responded Luna.

Sky was rather humbled and off-put by Luna. He said, "Um, I'm sure you're busy with stuff I can't even begin to comprehend, but could I ask for a bit of explanation?"

Luna nodded, sat on the cloud, and paused to collect her thoughts. She said, "This is called dreamspace. It is where dreams occur, and it is an actual location, separate from reality. I am one of the few beings capable of physical travel between reality and here. All others only observe as vicarious specters. This statement remains true only while dreamspace is intact. I am afraid though that it is not invulnerable, and it has, in fact, deteriorated. I have been here for days now, repairing the cracks."

Cobalt showed Luna her ring, and said, "Um, I found this glowy thing here."

"Yes, I noticed you and the pegasus each share a piece of conflict."

"A what?" asked Sky.

"Reality itself is beginning to break down in much the way dreamspace is. At some point, it may lead to cracks, and whatever lies beyond."

"Which is?"

"I have no idea."

"And this gemstone is... conflict? How does that work exactly?"

"It's just the nomenclature. That is to say, a term used by legends and prophecy from ages past of which even Celestia and I only have a vague knowledge. For you see, these legends were ancient when we were fillies."

Cobalt and Sky felt a chill at the vast gulf of time that this implied. Princess Luna, an immortal, had already lived for millennia. Luna continued,

"One legend says that in dark times where peace breaks, the Elements of Harmony will appear to six worthy ones who represent the Ideal Attributes of Virtue. This much is common lore, and it has now transpired. Further back, in the hazy archives of history which predate Old Ponish, are legends carved into stone in the Runic dialogue of the Windigoes. Absolute access to all magic is a prerequisite to reading such runes--ergo, reserved for alicorns such as Celestia, Twilight, and I."

"Hang on, I need a drink," said Sky, reaching for his flask, "does that work in Dreamspace?"

"Just fine, trust me from experience," answered Luna as Sky had several swigs and shared the whiskey with Cobalt.

Luna resumed her monologue, "We managed to locate several such carvings, each hidden in locations which are extremely difficult to visit, and warded against simple teleportation. One reads that the Elements of Conflict may appear before those least worthy to wield them."

It took several more swigs of whiskey and some headache-inducing thought to parse that. Cobalt, much more intelligent than she seemed, remarked,

"Wait just a minute now. Are you saying me and Sky are like, the least worthy creatures in all the world to receive these things?"

"Uh, I'm afraid so, sorry," said Luna with an eyebrow raised.

Cobalt seemed rather insulted. Sky nudged her, and said,

"How's that, we really are the worst adventurers ever." Sky realized something dire, and asked in a worried tone, "Is that actually reality down there? Did the changelings actually escape the dream and attack Violet?"

"Yes, I'm sorry but that's exactly right," said Luna, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but these were dreamspace creatures. They do not abide by the constraints of reality, nor do they behave in predictable ways. Further, more may escape from this segment of dreamspace, as you managed to damage it. It would seem that you broke the sound barrier in an effort to save your sister."

"But that's impossible!"

"Not quite. A pegasus named Rainbow Dash, one of the chosen six, has done it. And this is dreamspace, where the rules are less clearly defined. However, your sister is safe and healed, and your family awaits at the farm. I presume, if I read the ley lines of magic correctly, that you have quite a ways to go to return to them."

"Yes, two weeks' travel if Cobalt can fly half the speed I can."

"They shall be safe henceforth. Your maneuver shattered one edge of this bubble of dreamspace, causing it to leak, as it were. I shall repair the damage. When you are ready, I request both of you to visit Celestia and I in Canterlot. It is time for you and Cobalt to awaken now."

Luna's horn glowed purple, and the magic formed a pair of wings which ensconced them.

Sky and Cobalt woke up in the shack by the sea. Sky had rolled right up into the embers, but thankfully he was still wearing his dragon-scale vest and wasn't burned at all. He heard Cobalt exclaim,

"Oh fantastic, looks like I didn't just piss myself in the dream. I need to go jump in the ocean for a bit."

Skyblazer was far too shaken to so much as laugh. He needed to get back home as soon as possible. He glanced at Cobalt's talon, and she looked down. A blue glow, the color of her feathers, had covered her front leg.

She yelled, jumped up, and tried to shake the energy off of her to no avail. It subsided, revealing the emerald ring on one talon. She tried using it, and succeeded at lifting the cook pot--and accidentally launching it at the wall with such force that it smashed right through the driftwood.

"Huh, neat." she said, as she stepped outside to stretch and bathe.

Author's Notes:

Canon indicates that Luna is capable of both portaling into the dream world and projecting shared dreams, as in the Tantabus episode.

It would stand to reason that more serious endeavors would require her physical presence, rather than a dream avatar of herself.