Tired from the night’s events and those of the battle at the waterfront, and the failures in Blackport before that, she found herself simply walking to the edge of the platform, looking down at the now hidden tracks, the snow hiding the trail of iron and wood from sight. She looked one way and then another, breathing heavily as her body tried to adjust to the harsh cold and the exertion. She could not see further than a few hooves in any direction.