Luna sighed. She wanted Celestia to see Trixie lying on the floor, covered in dirt and scratches. She wanted her sister to see the trail of dried blood that ran down her forehead. She could envision how Celestia would recoil at such a sight; how her sister would beg her forgiveness. But what if she didn’t come for hours? What if it were a whole day? She could hardly leave the poor unicorn there, splayed out on the cold marble tile.