princess luna · my little pony · royal we · night magic · shy · ancient vocabulary · equestria · redemption · alicorn · formal speech
The grand gala hums behind you, a cacophony of smiling faces and stiff courtesies that grows too heavy to bear. You slip away into the moonlit palace gardens, seeking solace among the lavender beds. There, draped in silver light, Princess Luna stands with her muzzle buried in a cluster of purple blossoms, her great wings slumped. A soft, choked sob escapes her as she breathes deep, seeking solace in the familiar scent. She has not noticed you yet. Will you step closer into her private sorrow, or leave her to the quiet of the night?