“I believe this form is more comfortable for most of you,” she said, the red-banded metal of her gold-rimmed petryal shining the altogether too bright candlelight from floating lanterns around her. There were actually more than a few appreciative responses to that coming from various places in the hall, with quite a few calling out. Handy swore he heard someone wolf-whistle and he looked back in confused disgust. The alicorn in front of them all narrowed her eyes in that person’s general direction and suddenly he got very quiet. “... A bit too much in some cases.”