After that nice break, and fairly deep, interpersonal moment, we're back on the move. The Fair is well into full swing, the sun overhead peering through the clouds. Besides advertisements and whatever that elongated donut cloud is, they're arranged to try and provide a few spots of shade, since a fair amount of Ponies were probably going to be out and about for long stretches. Derpy is back to my side, hip bumping into my leg every few moments, Dinky still clinging to me on my shoulders. 