As Handy busied himself, walking back to the small storage area on one of the passenger carriages to look over his packs and the other goods his group brought with them, he, and everyone else on the train for that matter, did not notice the crimson pony land on the caboose. Not that they would have, there being easily seven large container carriages between it and the passengers. The spectral wings dissipated as the unicorn’s horn lit up, witch fire pouring from her eyes. It was simple: get in, get the creature, get out. The power her mistress had given her had taken a long time to accrue, but it would be worth it.