Ember sighed as she laid in the grass, looking up at the sky. It would be chilly soon, but there was enough warmth left in the earth for her to enjoy some stargazing without needing to light her inner flame. She looked up at the moon, and she felt like she was finally getting used to seeing it without the craters that ponies had called the Mare In The Moon. It was a bit surreal to think that the mare who had been in the moon was somepony she could fly off to a retirement home and have a chat with; long lives were nothing new to dragons, but none of them had ever flown high enough to reach the moon.