...And The Reluctant Weatherpony
Had a bit of a squall blow through after we finished getting the carriage settled.
It’s funny. Before this trip, I’d have been one of the first in the air the moment the weather turned bad. When we first left Horseshoe Corners, it was still a really strong habit to fly off and deal with bad weather – even when I was in harness. Now I’m used to letting the local weatherponies do their own job rather than rushing to do it for them.
So, naturally, we wind up somewhere the local weatherponies – well, weatherpony – didn’t exactly spring promptly into action.