On her left, a pair of her night guards stood silent sentry, their pupils thin slits in the harsh light of the courtroom. Although she really didn't need them, Celestia had insisted that she ought to at least have a bailiff, and that there would be no question of neutrality if she brought her own thestrals. She covered a grin as one of the reporters glanced up at them guiltily and went back to sketching in her notebook. Even in Canterlot, those outside the inner circle of palace-goers rarely saw the thestrals.