Without pausing, she shut the door silently, crossed her room, threw on her cloak, and opened her window. She took to the air and pushed the window closed, leaving only a fluttering of leathery wings barely audible against the gentle mountain breeze blowing across Canterlot. She needed only a few minutes to arrive at the orchard garden-shed which served as the border post run by the Royal Undermountain Constabulary, the Military Ponice who guarded the secret gates between Equestria and the ponies of the Moon.