Hushed conversations flitted through the ranks, mostly between the pegasi themselves.  Occasionally, one would catch the attention of a guard and get a question answered.  Much was familiar; signs made of a strange pale wood hung before shops, advertising a smith here and a baker there.  A few foals spotted the procession and darted into the mouth of an alley to watch their lord and the strange winged ponies pass.  Ponies on the street stopped to wave or bow in equal measure.  As expected, the questions were mostly about the differences; questions include why there was so much ice on the buildings ("extra mortaring and insulation"), what they ate ("mushrooms are a staple"), and just what was that shop with a sign bearing a maggot and the word "whir" above it ("the dairy, obviously").