It was a solid plan, with one minor exception. Sarah wasn’t sure if she could’ve made a glide that long before her wings had completely changed. Now they were transparent and paper-thin, and moved rapidly instead of with sweeping gestures. “I’m, uh… not sure I can do that. Ocellus either, she’s not used to flying with pony wings. We’ll have to find another way.” But as she looked, she could see no other way. There was no helpful catwalk, no ladder leading down that had been exposed. This wasn’t meant to be an entrance. All the interior surfaces were spread towards the place where ships blasted past.