“I’d rather just go back to—whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Your cry was a short one as you found yourself picked up by the arms by a pair of batponies and whisked out of the window before you even knew what happened. The night air was cold, the wind stung your eyes, and your flailing legs did little to help stabilize the ponies carrying you to their tower. Much to their skill, they managed to maintain their course and avoid barreling into the other batponies escorting you.