Bright Star led the way, gritting her teeth at the group’s slow progress. Lecol frequently paused to admire a particular bit of the town—be it flowerbox, storefront, or fountain, she felt compelled to remark upon it. Ivory spent most of the walk looking down at the grassy thoroughfares below her hooves, trying to pick the firmest, cleanest patches of grass to step on. She only picked up her pace when the route took them across a paved courtyard. Perry remained close to the dean, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Had he been able to keep his neck still, he might have managed, but he was snapping his head around every time he heard a mare’s voice.