Like any experienced traveller, Twinkleshine was wary of her travelling companions. She never knew who they were going to be, and a poor choice could make an otherwise pleasant trip a nearly-endless misery. Single travelers were the best, families with foals were all right, and sports fans were near the bottom of the barrel. The time she’d accidentally stumbled into a coachful of Cloudsdale fans on their way to a hoofball game had been her worst trip thus far. Ever since, she’d gotten in the habit of looking through the window in the vestibule before proceeding, lest she inadvertently place herself into a situation where polite extrication was impossible.