Flashback ( PDFDrive )

They all looked very high up. And the ground beneath them did not
look soft. So it was pretty amazing that Caprise had survived.
“Are you guys just going to stand there all day?” Marella asked,
making Sophie and Biana jump. They’d both been so busy studying
the property that they hadn’t heard Marella open the front door. “Or
are you going to tell me what was so urgent that we had to meet here?”
Sophie had planned to have this conversation at Havenfield, but Mr.
Forkle had decided that her house would be the least suspicious place
for everyone to work on the festival’s security, since it would look like
they were combining their efforts to protect the newly returned
alicorns. So half the Council had already been back in the main room
by the time Sophie’d headed downstairs for breakfast, and the rest
would be arriving soon.
“Where’s a good place to talk?” she asked Marella.
Marella glanced over her shoulder, tugging on one of her braids
before she stepped forward and closed the door. “It’s probably better
to stay out here right now. My mom’s having a rough day.”
“Sorry,” Biana told her, and Sophie wished she could think of
something useful to add as she followed Marella over to a huge stone
fire pit on the far side of the house, surrounded by golden beanbag
chairs.
“These are made from flareadon fur,” Marella explained as she sank
into one and motioned for Sophie and Biana to do the same. “That way
they’re fire resistant. My dad built this place after I manifested.
Figured it might be good for me to have somewhere I could practice
without it looking too suspicious and without burning the house
down.”