        Gilda smiled just for a second before it faded. She took a deep breath and looked at the horizon. A web of paved roads from all regions converged as they approached the city. Spread in rows and columns down below were yellow fields of local farmlands, tended by small figures, like ants. Gilda couldn’t identify if the figures belonged to  ponies or griffins. Nor did she care. Right now, her eagle-eyes settled towards the Western Region. 