After nearly falling flat on her muzzle, the second thing Honour noticed was that the tile had given way to what seemed to be two or three layers of thick, dark carpets, woven with abstract patterns and designs. They were laid out over the floor almost haphazardly, leading to an uneven surface that changed every ten hooves or so. But they were also so plush that they cushioned the corporal’s now-bare hooves and effortlessly soaked up the remaining water still dripping down her legs.