Another set of clopping hooves joins the first, falling heavily on the marble floors. A denim blue earth pony mare approaches the ticket booth, with a fairly hefty suitcase on her back. Her short, unkempt gray mane and hastily arranged toolbags on her her sides bely a stressful day.
As she falls into line behind the green pegasus, she looks up at the departure board and groans. "Well, there goes our holiday dinner plans," she says.