Ponies were scared. They had every right to be since they had all felt it. The terrible explosion that had obliterated a warehouse and reduced the fine houses of the traveling merchant class to bare skeletons. The shockwaves that had rolled out and shook the city. The terrible, awful whispering that had been louder than the roars of cannons, clawing away at the inside their ears with a cold iciness that made the skin crawl to recall.