She looks at you briefly, then to the roof you two sit on. “Thou art the only one in the palace who knows not the story. Most, though, know not the whole of it. We were that pony. We were there for a long, long time.” You can only stare at her. She continues looking down, avoiding eye contact. ”We were… unruly. We became a hazard, threatened our sister and our country’s order. We were banished, for a millennium.”