You turned away from the window and caught the sight of the rest of the room: lots of ornate furniture gilded with a steel as bright as the moon itself, walls painted in the deep night blue that Luna was so fond of… and a large bed in the middle of it all, where a pony laid, watching you with hungry golden eyes. Her deep purple mane and tail were adorned with streaks of lavender, and her coat was near black. If you didn’t know better—and if she had a horn—you might have mistaken her for Nightmare Moon, based upon Aqua’s description.