The assembled royalty passes beyond the threshold of the doors. Already I can hear Zelac exclaiming and waving down at the crowds, a fair few of the ponies doing the same back to him. I suppose that’s better for my patience than his constant questioning. Though I do end up surprised and stepping back when some particularly brave winged ponies dart forward from the crowd and get into his face, though they can only indulge in a short bout of mutual excitement before their flying soldiers pull them back into the crowd.