You tell Dirt Flaxen that you will talk to the foremare Morning Flurry once you are ready to leave for Equestria. For now, however, you figure that you might as well take this time to write a progress report to your guildmaster.

As rain continues to shroud the fields like a curtain of mist, Moonflower takes over the conversation with questions about music and skateboarding. You don't pay much attention to what is being said, quill pen in mouth and filling a page with ink.

In your report, you announce that you were able to locate Dirt Flaxen, and that he has agreed to return to Equestria with you. However, you mention that you are still following some potential leads about the Elves, and that it may take you at least a few more days to investigate.

You add that the pop star is safe and sound under the care of the Kirin, and that he has agreed to wait here until you are ready to depart. For his own privacy, you make sure to leave out the details he discussed with you earlier.

You consider ending with a flirtatious overture, but decide against it for now; your writing experience does not compare to your masterful body language, and you would rather not risk a mistranslation. And besides, you figure that Moondancer must distract her well enough already.

You use Blank Scroll.

With your report ready to send, you roll and tie up the scroll, and walk to the edge of the veranda. After taking a deep breath, you blow into your sealwhistle. A harmonic signal, layered with a quick musical ascent, calls out to the heavens.

Soon, a flash illuminates the grey fog, followed by a sharp clap of thunder. Then, a bluish light appears from beyond the rain, growing brighter and brighter until it emerges from the mist: a bird with glowing, electrified feathers.

In an instant, the crackling bird snatches the scroll in its talons, then glides back off into the storm. A second bolt of lightning later, it is gone.

Moonflower: "Whoa! That was super loud!"

Tsu-Ko: "Thunderbirds aren't exactly known for being sneaky."

You brush down a few floating strands of your mane with a hoof, and ask if such birds are native to the region.

Tsu-Ko: "They are. Most I've seen were here in the northern plains, but then again, I don't usually travel far from the trigon..."

A few minutes pass as you chat with your friends, waiting for the storm to calm. Suddenly, lightning strikes again, and in the wake of its thunder, another bird flies by. The messenger drops a scroll into your hooves, then vanishes as quickly — and loudly — as it appeared.

The scroll bears the seal of the Equestrian Voyagers Agency. It reads:

"Trailblazer,

Thank you for the update on the situation. I'm happy to read that you and your friends have the matters well in hoof, and I suspect our sponsor will be pleased with this outcome as well.

If you have any questions, or if you require assistance from the guild, don't hesitate to ask. Otherwise, I wish you the best of luck in your investigation of the Elves.

Your guildmaster and friend,
—Twilight Sparkle"

As you finish reading the letter, a beam of sunshine lights up the grass in front of you. Then, in a few gusts of wind, the heavy showers disperse to a light drizzle, revealing distant landscapes, and painting bright rainbows across the dark skies.

Dirt Flaxen: "Looks like the rain's clearing up, so I guess I should head back to work. Sounds like I'm not the only one, either. And hey, thanks again for, y'know, looking out for me. We'll figure out the rest when you get back, alright?"