The last he heard from that group as he carried on was the forced, fake, high society tittering that emanated from the two other mares, along with the slightly deeper chuckles of the stallion. Not that it mattered, as the Guard guiding him swerved towards the main castle entrance. The opinions from rich swine like that held no sway over him, though she did point out a second flaw with Rarity's cloak. It was the same length as his previous one, which only draped half a foot at most over his rear end. Allowing any pony behind him to glance freely at his lower hindquarters, much to his annoyance.