Blueblood stared at the page for a long moment, reading it again and again as if the words would change from the constant scrutiny. “What?” he asked nopony in particular. “You can’t be…” Just then, carried on the wind was a distant, earthy growl and the sound of stomping. The forceful hooffalls causing the gravel of the path to jump with each movement. Prince Blueblood blanched, his jaw hanging open as realization hit him of just exactly what kind of excrement he had been landed with.