        The silence had drawn on for so long that it had nearly achieved sapience.  The unicorn scratched her hoof against the marble and shifted her weight absently, while Luna’s wings remained erect, her focus shifting from not-Twilight stained-glass window to not-Twilight carpeted throned dais to not-Twilight bias-relief carved stone pillar.  Finally, Luna cleared her throat, and dispelled the silence regally.