Luna blinked back into awareness on her balcony. There were ponies who knew how to block their dreamstates. They were few; the knowledge was not often shared. For the centuries she’d been imprisoned, the scrolls which contained the spells had mostly crumbled to dust; every few generations, a new pony discovered the ability, but it was generally considered useless. Still, there were old ponytales of races who were largely telepaths, and the ability to make a mental block in such a race would be very beneficial indeed.