Handy simply stared after them, gears turning in his head at the implications. Tanismore, thankfully, was lost in his ramblings and had not noticed the human’s distracted look. He opened his mouth, preparing to ask Tanismore about what he just saw but remembered the lesson he had learned regarding certain princesses and certain celestial bodies. After some time, he shook his head and turned back to his meal. Sometimes, it was certainly better to keep one's mouth shut and be thought wise rather than open it and be confirmed a fool. Ponies came in multiple varieties, he reasoned, maybe griffons did too?