The 'conversation' rushed through her head. A non-pony, from a different place—no, a different world. A being who knew of them, somehow, and had enjoyed their presence. And he had said she was his favorite! A lover of the night! A being from another world! The mystery! The intrigue! Eager excitement surged through her at the possibility before her, and the possibility of finally having somepony who had reached out to her.