At the first bang and flash of light, Peter snorted, tensing, jerking at the rope tying him. He lifted his head, nostrils flared as he shifted uneasily. He whickered quietly, swinging his head toward the door as Ashley eased out of the shelter.
"Hey," she murmured faintly to the horse, glancing skyward, wondering what the noise had been about. It reminded her a little of fireworks ... or gun shots. The streamers of smoke in the sky seemed to indicate fireworks ... and she wondered what that meant.
Were they flares? Save our Ship? She grinned wryly at the thought before she reached out to rub Peter's neck to comfort him. Once he was relatively calm, she ducked back inside to see if she could wake up Olena ... she'd let the other girl figure out what - if anything - to do about this.