With that, he takes his leave. I see him reach down for his neck ring as the door closes behind him, and hear it click back into place a moment later. But before his hoofsteps can get too far away, I hear the door to the room next to us open, and the voice of that imperial stallion calling out to him, asking to come with him. He’s soon joined by the plains stallion, picking up on his cohort’s very obvious angle: a chance to shoot his shot with their pony crushes. They all leave together, suddenly friendly with the one stallion who can facilitate communication with the ponies.