The changeling colt wriggles about in midair in Lyra's magical hold, hissing, snarling and lashing his hooves at the mare and her partner, Bonbon. Lyra smiles lovingly at the colt's little antics, while Bonbon appears less impressed.



Bonbon: (to Lyra) Well...?



(*beat*)



(Lyra continues smiling warmly at the little one and made a soothing tutting sound, raising her hoof and tapping him on the tip of his muzzle. The colt suddenly becomes docile, going slack in his hold and all anger vanishing, replaced by a blank, if slightly surprised, expression on his adorable little face. His big blue pools were irresistible for the unicorn and she ran her hoof up and down his cheek. He rubbed his cheek back against her hoof, mewling, until she finally took him into her forelegs, cradling him and planting a dozen little wet kisses on his face like an overindulging mother would.)



Bonbon: (looking over her shoulder at the changeling orphanage matron) We'll take 'im.