All around, you become vaguely aware of the townsfolk cautiously peeking out from behind wagons and market stalls. More than a few fillies and colts can be spied trembling in their frilly Nightmare Night costumes, no doubt disappointed by the interruption of their favorite holiday festivities. One particularly brazen young filly with a scattering of freckles even pokes her muzzle out to gape at you with unabashed curiosity before an older mare quickly yanks her back into hiding.