But her experiences last night had gone the same way. Ebonshield had provoked no riots merely trotting into a nightclub. Certainly, there was the feeling that some ponies were avoiding her general area, and she turned some heads also. But there was no drought of company on the dance floor or at the bar. In any case, everypony gawked at a new face, dress, mane, tail, or pair of wings in a nightclub.