        “It’s so good to see you again,” Octavia remarked, kissing Twilight on the cheek.  Despite her doubtlessly early departure from Canterlot, she was perfectly composed, her mane and tail neatly groomed, and her fur brushed to a shine.  Her pink bowtie was perfectly straight.  Unusually, rather than carrying her cello, she had a simple pair of designer saddlebags draped across her back.