“Not really,” said Trace. She wiggled her hooves one at a time. “Around the time you stopped circling, I simply noticed that the blizzard was getting awfully close and told Artemis it’d be best if we moved down into the valley. Good thing, too, because heavens was that one a doozy. Anyhoo, we reached the town not long before the blizzard hit, as in less than a minute not long. We spotted two ponies at the other end of the street we were on, tried to reach them, but it started snowing like mad before we’d gone twenty paces. We slowed our pace as we continued down the street, even though we knew the ponies would be long gone by the time we reached them. We came to a bridge and Artemis noticed a light downriver. She figured it’d be Amanita and had Gale shoot at it-”