        Luna nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.  “Beatrix art most skilled at those magics, Twilight Sparkle.”  She paused, considering whether or not to continue.  When a second outburst from the purple unicorn was not forthcoming, she did.  “We understand thou dost not have the best . . . relationship.  However, we are certain she and thee can work past thine differences to further thy studies.”  She tossed her head.  “Goodnight, Twilight Sparkle.”