"Yeah!" Hide pronounced, echoed by his trio of cronies who were otherwise happily chatting about candy and something about a moon of nightmares. Was that some kind of special lunar event, like a blood moon or something? Handy didn't think that would be a case in a world where pony princesses threw around the celestial bodies like tennis balls, but then again, he didn't really pay much attention to what was going on in the sky most days, largely because once he actually saw a particularly rich-looking griffon land on a cloud.