He finished gathering and tying up his papers and putting them away in his case, then made his way out and towards his Tower.  Darkness had fallen and the snow had only intensified.  The shadow cast by a distant peak against the underside of the clouds left a long stretch of violet between bands of red; auspicious colors if Forgath had ever seen them.  Trying to put the encounter with Puffy out of his mind (after all, these ponies were strange), he thought of the growth of the city.  With the recent arrivals and word of more births, he would soon find himself pushing the walls back yet again.  Or perhaps instead constructing the first walled leaf, leaving the established fort-town as the center of a growing city.