She thought he might have been about to make a move on Sparkshower at the theater — well, only suspected the possibility, really; Glamerspear was the one who completely misread it — but no, it was just an evening’s entertainment. She’d assumed he would retreat from the pas-de-sabots, or give up Artemis and the other tokens as hostages to pass, but then he actually put it to Honour’s choice. She never thought he’d come up, sheepishly, when Sparkshower and Glam had blown up on each other over the Gala, and then offered tickets to all of them — even to Sparks’ now-estranged coltfriend. With Luna’s visit, at least, she simply had no idea what to expect at all: from him, from Her, from Her Presence.