She was lucky; they had the two-dimensional thinking of non-pegasi and weren’t looking up, while they were still close enough to be visible. But she could see them: a unicorn and an earth pony. Amanita and the ranger. The ranger was in the lead and still had her blunderbuss, Bitterroot noted. They were disappearing across the other side of the street, but not fast enough. Bitterroot flapped over the street to follow.