You tell Dirt Flaxen that you understand his desire to be treated like a regular pony; after all, you did wear a cloak to avoid drawing attention to yourself while you were travelling.

Dirt Flaxen: "Yeah, can we talk about that? I always thought alicorns and princesses were, like, the same thing."

You shake your head, and recount how you randomly grew wings and a horn after merely wishing for it at a festival's wishing booth.

Moonflower: "It's true! I was there, too."

Dirt Flaxen: "Huh. And nopony freaked out? Tried to force a coronation onto you or anything?"

You explain that you always tell ponies that you are no prince, and the royal princesses agree. And while it leaves some to wonder, it usually gets them to stop staring, at the very least.

Dirt Flaxen: "If only it were that easy. Well hey, maybe we could hit up a festival together sometime? If you're lucky enough for that to happen, I might have to borrow some of that good luck for myself."

You grin, and remind the pop star that Nightmare Night is coming up soon — though he would have to return to Equestria with you to celebrate.

Dirt Flaxen: "Yeah, yeah... perfect time to wear a costume, right? But like, I can't live my whole life wearing a disguise. I'm a singer, not a secret agent. I just wanna sing, man."

Moonflower: "Hmmm... ooh, I know! Maybe Furia can help!"

You recall Furia Storm, the siren you met back in Amblerta, and ask Moonflower what she has in mind.

Moonflower: "Remember how her music got super popular, but nopony knows her name? She doesn't like the attention, kinda like him! But she's a siren, so maybe she's got some sorta magic trick she can share with him to keep outta the public eye."

And in exchange, you conclude, Dirt Flaxen could use his own fame to help in the search for the remaining sirens.

Moonflower: "Yuh uh!"

Dirt Flaxen: "A friend of yours' in the scene?"

You nod, and admit that while you do not know much about siren magic, you cannot think of a better person to start looking for a solution with.

Dirt Flaxen: "Well, if you think it's worth a shot... alright. And look, I'll even tell the foremare that I'm leaving this time. It's not like I meant to disappear before; I just... the thought of going back home, it filled me with dread, y'know?"

You tell Dirt Flaxen that you do not blame him, and that once you are both back in Equestria, you will help him face this challenge head-on.

That said, you are far from done here: you have yet to learn how to communicate with souls, or to potentially learn more about the Elves. You consider that you are carrying a rune of Homecoming — which, should you decide to use it, could shorten either his trip back home now, or your own later.

As you think about how to proceed next, a refreshingly cool wind blows across the field from the east. Then, the sun darkens behind a thickening mist, and heavy rain begins to pour from the grey skies above.