From the correspondence of B. B. Drops and O. Melody; written spring 1377.
Dear Octavia,
I know we haven't really talked, but Lyra's mentioned you, and it's always been as a close friend. You went to school together in Canterlot or something, right? Please say you know enough about her to help. Please. Please!!
Let me put it out there straight: Lyra's acting weird. Weird even for her. I mean, I don't know how weird she was in Canterlot, but this is way off the top of the weirdness scale. If her usual weird is a five out of ten, this is at least a twelve or thirteen.
It all started with her having these dreams about raccoons. I don't know why it was raccoons, but she hasn't been sleeping right for two weeks now and when I finally got her to talk about it yesterday she said she was having nightmares about raccoons chasing her around a desert with green muskets!
And she's obsessing about playing music without using her magic. Last week I found her trying to figure out how to pluck a banjo with her teeth, and then when she gave that up she started working on hoofpick earrings or something. I have no idea what's going on now but she's pretty much barricaded herself in the basement. The Grand Galloping Gala is tonight! Lyra should have been thinking about nothing but that all day but instead she's making like some crazy supervillain.
In the whole time I've known her in Ponyville she's never acted like this. She thinks about music, not about making things, and oh Celestia now there's this scary thumping noise coming from the basement like someone started up a steam engine in there! I am really seriously pretty sure that the entire time I've been roommates with Lyra we have not had a steam engine in the house, and if she somehow snuck one down there without me noticing I am going to be even more freaked out.
Please help! I have no idea how to handle this!!
A really seriously panicking Bon Bon!!!