Unfortunately for the corporal’s curiosity, no more of the stalls along the way seemed to be open, and Sergeant Ebonshield was bee-lining for a passageway out of the shuttered market. Honour would love to go back there when things were open, though. It was so strange, and yet so strangely familiar. Going to Manehattan or Los Pegasus or Vanhoover -- they were on opposite sides of the continent, and yet the culture was so similar she could swear she’d barely changed places at all. She should know; she’d visited all three with past VIPs. But right here in Canterlot was a colony of ponies who'd been severed from Equestria for a thousand years, transformed into strange hybrid creatures by magical powers, and forced to live on a barren and alien world. Just what had they come up with in all that time?