Lieutenant Winesap hadn't expected these dreary conditions when his fleet had arrived at camp, being, for the most part, blind aided him in this time. He left the grounds and stepped into the wing-fueled mist, he could feel the presence of the unseen solar pegasi as they readied their forces to lurch from their places amongst the lightly shaking trees.
He felt blessed by his moon-kissed queen in these times for his keen sense of touch and smell.
She would have the night.