Pinkie Pie sat perched on the edge of a tall stone tower.  She teetered on the rim of its battlements but seemed to have no fear of falling.  Wind whipped at her hair, tossing the tight pink curls about at its fancy.  From her vantage point she had a magnificent view of the entire castle grounds.  One section held her attention more than any other: the dungeons.  She stared, unblinking at the tall black structure.  She saw the formations of pegusi sweeping the sky and the royal troops on the ground marching about, ever vigilant.  Her steadfast gaze never wavered.  Her tail flicked back and forth, like a cat waiting to pounce.