Luna blinked. Had she..? She glanced at her flanks, the motion causing the smooth material of her outfit to creak faintly. Leather. This dream, she wore leather, not the regalia of royalty, not the metal armor she'd mentally conjured up in the vague hope of protection, but the same leathers she'd worn the last few days awake. And with that leather came... "Somepony's been a naughty filly."