I can't help but glance up towards the Castle, every time it peeks into view between the buildings we pass. The guards are starting to get phased out by their Thestral counterparts, exchanging Golden, almost Roman armor for their Deep-Blue, swept style. While some Ponies might be more fearful of them, I found them more endearing than their day counterparts. Weirdos stick up for weirdos, I guess. They tend to wave back more than the Royal Guards.