Without further preamble, the Princess of Dreams rises from her seat in a fluid rush of stars and shadows. Her mane and tail billow around her as she steps delicately around the table. Each strike of her argent-shod hooves against the marble floor rings with a peculiar resonance until she pauses beside you, close enough for the chill aura of her power to raise goosebumps along your skin. Her breath is cool against the shell of your ear as she leans in to murmur: