The light, rhythmless barrage normally brought comfort and relaxation, a constant background noise meant to accompany a warm cup of tea, a soft blanket, and a good book, but when paired with the constant, regular chug-chug-chug that shook the carriage, all Twilight heard was discomfort. The mismatched noises were anxious, sloppy, and unprepared, and she didn’t need any reminders of her feelings of the task at hoof. 