One of the guards pointed down the hallway, opposite the direction where the countess was heading. Crimson followed the direction, slipping through the tight confines of space allowed by the frankly absurd number of ponies filling the corridor and the constant clanking of armour and weapons as ponies moved to let her through. She felt the rush of air as beating wings pummelled the air as a pony stayed aloft, following her all the way. And then, just as she got out of the sea of ponies and made it to the lavatory, the guard landed and watched her enter. She rounded on the mare.