One last whoop from the crowd, a flare from the pillar of flame, and the crowd began to break up, moving to the various shops that lined the plaza and the stalls that lined the nearby streets.  Carts of food and knicknacks were pushed into the plaza proper once the crowd started to thin, and the festivities began in earnest.  Over the day and well into the night ponies would feast and celebrate, in deference to their dark lord's order of course.