The sun shone hot and bright as the two left the Ministry office and headed towards Mane Street, particularly fitting for the last few days before the scheduled rainstorm. The streets shuffled and shook with the hoofsteps of a colorful herd, vibrant and lively with ponies enjoying their weekend, and a healthy cloud of dust hung in the air, kicked up by the mass traffic. It smelled rich and earthy - the smell of an enthusiastic day, and the ponies around them only made it better.