Something sounded from outside, and one of the guards retreated through the doorway. There was some muffled conversation, followed by a familiar voice. "No, I don't care who the buck sent you, you're standing in my house!" The stallion turned, staring at the doorway as the other guard tried to block it with his body. It did little good—Lightning Dust may have been smaller, but she had the tenacity of a solid-fuel rocket. The guard went stumbling out of the way, dropping his spear as he did so. It passed right through the cloud-floor, vanishing completely.