Gerard dipped a wing and circled the mountain, his sharp eyes scanning the face for any sign of ponies. Seeing none, he dove towards the mountain, as if he had just sighted prey. He dropped along a fault escarpment in the rock, which hid him from view from all but one direction, flaring his wings to check his speed. Some judicious pruning of the foliage had made this a near-perfect landing field, yet it looked completely natural from a distance.