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An icicle would immediately embed itself near wherever the thunk originated from, hoping striking the poor pony who happened to reveal him or herself so prematurely. "Show yourself," Icy demanded.
Well, it would nicely hit the thick the ceiling and imbed itself in there. Oddly Icy's request was not met. Movement would resume and appear to be heading north of the train, or rather to the front.