But just before she returned to her slumber there was one last charge of her horn that made the curtains of the bed close upon themselves in a graceful manner. No light could be seen from inside the bedroom with the exception of her very lightly charged horn. There was one last thing she seemed to be checking under her bed and a hiss of satisfaction left her. And then the coloring just disappeared when she made the transition. Her time to roam over the world be the following night. After a day that would be full of surprises. Both pleasant and unpleasant.