The Wing of Midnight came roaring overhead. She’d been the one to ask for this display, so that the town would be able to see a little of their power now that they had some goodwill. The roar would echo over the mountains, but they were far enough from civilization that there wouldn’t be much of the enemy to hear it. Instead, she could hear the gasps and mutters of surprise from ponies far below. A few screams, though not so many as before. The Wing of Midnight wasn’t the size of a city, only a large building, and so it could land in Motherlode without much difficulty. Whether they’d try to dress it up like a building or keep it mobile, Olivia didn’t know yet. And didn’t care. They had a governor for questions like that.