A cloaked pony made her way along the river, hooves clinking lightly as they met the surface of the lake. She'd been walking for the better part of the day, taking the walk directly on the river rather than simply follow the bank of it. It made, she felt, for a much more comfortable journey than to walk along a treacherous bank that might very well give in at any given moment and plunge her into the cold waters. Sure, she could just prevent herself from falling into the water, but even if she did fall into it she didn't very much care if it was cold or not. Being unable to even feel anything but the harshest bites of chilly winters when it came to cold things had its perks. She smirked, it was one of the things she was proud of. One of many things. 

A quick glance over her shoulder revealed a pair of plain, unadorned saddlebags. They seemed to be only half filled, and she didn't much like the idea of having to eat grass, herbivore or not. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned back forward and continued along the river, eyes focused on the Canterhorn. 

It was then that a bright white light shone from the horizon to her left, lighting up the sky and even going so far as to literally part the clouds, making it look like a whole had been opened in the sky. She stared with wide eyes as the light died down, only to shield her eyes and splay down her ears as a loud thunderclap and a powerful shockwave threatened to throw her off balance. 

A frown crept onto her face, her brows knitting together. She'd heard rumours, of course, but she had refused to believe anything until she saw them with her own eyes. 

[i]Could it be one of them?[/i]

She groaned, damning her curiosity as she turned and walked up on the bank of the river and made her way towards the bright light. Gathering provisions be damned, she refused to let whatever had caused that get away without her knowing at least what it was.

[quote]Uh oh... Who's this? I wonder... [/quote]