Arnon stops directly beside Celestias throne, clicking his heels as he stares forward, chest puffed. She stifles a chuckle, giving his requested outfit a glance-over. Beyond the Monikers dedicated to the Princesses, it had been Him and Luna's mixed design. Something that invoked authority from Arnons Homeland, and which coincidentally shared design with the fashion of Ponies from before Luna's Banishment, which her sister had been quite fond of. Celestia could see the appeal. She would have gone with more White; maybe tighter pants.