Then she had to squint, staring down the strip of brown earth at tiny specks on the horizon. In her mind, she knew that the carriage, and the crowd, and Sparkshower, Glamerspear, and Ebonshield, weren’t even half a kilometer away. But they were all so tiny, and the ground seemed to stretch on for so far, that Honour’s eyes told her they may as well be on the other side of the world. All she could really make out was the grey spot of the carriage, with tiny specks of color around on and top of it.