“It was still awful,” Desias insisted, and with long suffering patience, Steel Sands resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The orange pegasus shifted her wings. The desert wind was gentle today, but getting the sand out of her feathers was going to require a thorough washing and preening. Returning to Concordia in short order after the debacle of the tournament was a relatively painless affair. A quick jaunt by train and then by merchant airship, and a little over a week and a half, they were back in Bardinburgh. Although one look at the map and the sheer distance they travelled, one would think they were using some kind of magic to speed their journey. Nopony should’ve crossed that distance in anything less than a month, regardless of whether they were using an airship or a train.