As the music built and the choir kept coming, one particular pony fluttered forward to land at the top of the stairs, clutching a long silver rod topped with a half-moon crescent, and flanked by two candle-bearers separate from the main columns. And unlike the others, she appeared to have her hood thrown back, though there was scarcely any difference -- her muzzle, head, and mane were completely bleach-white, such that it was difficult to tell where the cloak ended and her body began.