Lightning Dust nudged the shopkeeper on the withers. "Pally, I'm looking for this guy called Blueblood, you seen him? Blonde, kinda wimpy, talks prissy? He looks like you asked an eight-year old to draw a hairdresser."

Blueblood caught the mother's eye. "Terribly sorry to bother you, I wondered if you'd seen a friend of mine. She's a teal pegasus by the name of Lightning Dust. Short and very angry, her face looks a little bit like a political cartoon."

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