The reception was held at a walled estate, with immaculately maintained gardens with flora from as far away as the Wyrwood Forest in south-eastern Equestria, and as far north as the Icy Blue Oak vales of northern Henosia. Stormcrown had always boasted that she had the finest gardeners in the kingdom, able to maintain such diversity without any magic. Handy was pretty sure that was bullshit, but he'd seen stranger things happen. Needless to say, the gardens were spectacular. Even this late in the year, rare flowers still bloomed, and carefully constructed ditches filled with water traced spiralling patterns of mirror like water and bright green grass. It was one of those gardens in which it would be a genuine pleasure to simply spend a few hours wistfully taking a stroll, allowing the mind to wander, and Handy would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted. There was peace to be found there.