She was, however, a sweaty, nervous wreck. She hardly felt like she was appropriately presentable to be meeting one of the Princesses one on one. She'd chosen her least-ratty sweater, and tried to clean herself up a bit. She hadn't worn her mane down like this in years, usually bundled up and tied back simply; though her self-cut in the bathroom mirror left some bangs... not quite as flat as the others. It was reminiscent of how Twilight wore her mane, inspired by the same style when they were Fillies... Moondancer shakes the old thoughts out of her head. No point thinking about poor, forgotten friendships like that.