Blanche was buzzing tonight, practically humming with it. The world outside had cracked open for her, and she could not get over how big and bright and impossible it all turned out to be. She had been in Riverport the better part of a year, and the entire map of her existence had stretched no further than home and Little Red Pony Academy. Tonight, for the first time, she had broken out of those narrow lines and seen the great wide elsewhere.
She told the story to anyone who would listen. The crowds at the train station, oh the crowds, more people than ants. None of the other little ones at the academy had ever been to Riverport Central Station. They only knew, vaguely, that trains lived there and went whoo-whoo. For once, Blanche was not the audience as the older children took turns telli
