As Night Strike banked the Stork around to head back to the airfield however, a sudden, strange droning noise met her ears over the roar of the engine behind her, if only just. Confused for a moment, she throttled back the motor, allowing it to soften to a putter and letting her aircraft enter a slow-ish glide, allowing her a bit more freedom and time to try and locate where it was coming from. Considering it didn’t quiet as her engine throttled down, that was at least one possibility ruled out…
Bringing the aircraft around a bit further towards the south, she began a slow bank around one of the higher peaks, adding on just a little throttle to keep airborne. The Ponyville Aerodrome laid out on her right as she continued her loop around the mountain, the odd drone suddenly gaining a few defined notes, growing louder all the while. The pegasus grimaced slightly as she lifted a hoof to the ear closest to the mountain, the all-too-familiar ringing of her personally-grown case of tinnitus coming back to her, drowning out some of what she was unsure about calling music. Though, as she flew past, and the droning began to quiet once more, she couldn’t help but think she knew the tune it was playing, somewhere…
The ringing quieted as she reached the opposite side of the mountain, keeping the turn up so she could look at it again. Giving the louder side a wider berth, her eyes scanned the snowy mountainside, while her brain tried to remember what that tune was. Her eyes blunk a few times as she let off a small chuckle, finally recalling it - oh yeah, that’s the one they play at new years, isn’t it? Heh, well, the right month for it, at least… Her eyes fell back to looking at the mountain, finally spotting an opening in the side, with a large patch of snow ahead of it. Cave entrance, gotta be…
As she continued onwards in her flight, however, a rather clearly defined, very large divot could be seen in the snowbank outside it, beset on either side by identical-looking tracks. Whatever made those was definitely much bigger than a pony… and considering there aren’t tracks along the only path to the entrance, whatever it is, it can fly. Swallowing dryly, and regretting she relinquished the cannon Crash Dive’d installed on the Stork so long ago, Night Strike turned back to land at the airfield, gnawing at her lip all the while.
So, a dragon’s moved into town… doesn’t quite explain the music, but, y’know, one worrying thing at a time…