Longbeard's beard began to tingle as Bob announced their arrival, and a deep apprehension gripped him. They were in danger just by being here, and Bob's announcement had attracted the wrong kind of attention, making the situation worse.
Such a thing should not have happened. They were in the middle of the city, and the Artica race had proven itself when it came to upholding its rules, which meant that there should have been nothing within the city that could endanger them or their lives. Longbeard's beard tingled still, hinting at something he could not yet grasp.
Tiny-Sparkles, too, suddenly felt an ominous sense of dread. Unicorns were especially in tune with the spiritual energy in the atmosphere, and as an Immortal that sense had translated into sensing the activity of the surrounding laws as well. That is why he could feel like he had stepped into the sight of a behemoth, while he himself was still a tiny pony of a unicorn.
