Handy sighed. Sitting by the window, he leaned over the table, the blinds shuttered. It had been nearly a week but at least they were nearing the Equestrian/Griffon border. And all that time, he had to sit in the carriage and sleep there. The griffons were nearly as freaked out by the human than the ponies and practically panicked when his hood fell and the sun hit the side of his head. This was getting old.