Just then, I hear a loud, booming voice from outside, belonging to a mare. Flinching, I pin myself against the wall, keeping out of the window’s view. The moonlight becomes brighter and more intense, but so does the light of the Princes’ suns in response. Taking a breath, I look out of the window, the intense moonlight hitting my face triggering an even stronger sensation of hunger. It’s far from the worst feeling I’ve endured, and it was a small price to pay to see the one linked to the moon descending from it’s surface. It was that blue mare! However, she was not connected to the moon like me and the Princes were to our suns. Indeed, she seems to have taken the ethereal mist surrounding the moon back into her mane again, as well as terminating all of the starry connections she had made to the city beforehoof. But the moon’s light still held that same, hunger-inducing power.