As promised, it ran alongside the fan shop, past a small wainwright’s shop, and deposited them into another wide grass street. It was just the kind of shortcut a filly would like, but Lecol had to duck under a short arched brace that spanned the alleyway, and neatly-stacked spokes and felloes encroached into the path, requiring the unicorns to press up against the wall of the adjoining shop. Ivory seemed particularly distressed by this—she leaned over so that her clothes wouldn’t brush on the wall while carefully planting her hooves on the gravelly soil.