She steadied her breathing. The noxious mix of the various fumes and candles made it legitimately hard to breathe, the air all but toxic to an average pony like her, thestral or not. Well, it was not as if she had an unfair advantage. After all, Luna had still been an ordinary mare when she had begun her journey into the mystic arts. She had long since earned her mantle as Dreamwalker before she obtained her alicornhood.