Her horn flashed, but she felt no fatigue. It wasn’t the way unicorns she’d known in Equestria had described magic. So long as she stayed here, she would have an inexhaustible supply. “I guess the rest of you could leave now if you want,” she muttered, looking back at her crew. “But I’d prefer you wait until morning. I’ll take us all back to the same place, and you won’t be in the middle of… oh.” The other side of the portal didn’t look that different from this side. There was a tiny farmhouse, with its windows lit by candlelight. No bonfire, just a quiet barn surrounded by an orchard. Lucky recognized it, as she’d seen it briefly from the air. This was outside Ponyville. An important orchard, though she’d forgotten its name.