An honourguard messenger came barrelling towards the sky ship, just barely illuminated by the dim, stubborn light of dawn on the horizon, refusing to rise any further. Behind him were several pony guards and workers, the latter hauling wagonfuls of crates and supplies. With the environment as quiet as it was without all of the pony citizens gathered, I was able to hear what they were saying: the Princes were arriving with an... ‘anonymous’? I’m confused: why is he using ‘anonymous’ as a noun, rather than an adverb? That doesn’t make sense. Regardless, they were coming with something anonymous, and they had orders to let the ponies assist with their preparations, and for them to assist them in theirs. With that, all races below sprang into action, loading the cargo lift while the winged pony guards took flight, landing on the sky ship and getting a head start over their land-bound compatriots.