“I don’t rightly know, milord. Just saying what I heard is all. Makes a right useful landmark is all if you’re trying to avoid the Everfree.” Handy looked up and out at the town of Ponyville below them. It was a quaint town of hay-thatched roofing, white walls, and wooden support beams, rather reminiscent of some old European town buildings he recalled seeing on the continent once or twice. Some buildings stuck out here or there to break the mould, but that was the general look of the place. There were no surrounding walls, so it was probably a more recent town that never had the histories of the some of the older pony towns and cities they had passed over. Probably less than a century even. Fields, fields, and more fields of farmland stretched out far and wide, radiating from the town, many of which still laid fallow as snow still covered much of the landscape. Winter was dying down, but spring was a bit of a ways off, it seemed.