Dust led the way into Dodge Junction with square shoulders and a friendly expression, ready to meet anypony who wanted to talk with her usual mask of politeness. Only as they walked around the fence out of the cherry orchard and into the town proper, she could see ponies were staring. Ponies passing in the street stopped, mouths hanging agape. A few children squealed and galloped off as fast as they could go, their cries mingling together and stretching beyond what Dust could properly understand. A few ponies hurried away with exaggerated nonchalance, turning to glance back at them whenever they thought she wasn't looking.