She jumped over the low railing, snapping her wings open as she cleared the edge. Luna banked towards the barracks, hovering in front of the wide archway of their ready room. The wooden doors were open, and her two thestrals were waiting for her, their armor secured and polished to a dull gleam. The junior thestral, Darkwing, had bulky saddlebags strapped over his armor containing the legal tomes Luna felt she should bring along. Nightshade was wearing a red crystal medallion around his neck. Normally, the night guard patrolled without any lights, since their eyes were well-suited to the dark, but for a long flight like this, there was the possibility they could collide with another pegasus, especially as they neared the thunderstorm over Ponyville.