Anon doesn't respond. Instead, he guides Cheerilee around a particularly large crowd of ponies before nodding towards the back of the room. She follows his nod and sees a large staircase, upon which Celestia stands. She doesn't get a chance to see the princess all that often, and the regal aura she exudes is almost breathtaking. She stands much taller than the average pony, her alicorn form is downright majestic, and her dress is probably the fanciest thing Cheerilee has ever seen. One glance is all anyone would ever need to know that she is the ruler of Equestria. At the moment, she appears to be occupying herself by greeting the many nobles and other gala attendees who approach her, one at a time. Cheerilee looks down the steps and realizes exactly what the massive crowd in this room is: It's the line to greet Celestia. A formality, if she had to guess, but an honor nonetheless.