I looked across the ballroom, grimacing, and spotted the unicorn in question. She was seated at one of the furthest tables from the front, and she was conspicuously set apart. There were seats open to her left and right, and the nobles at her table had clustered together near the next table over, chatting and ignoring her. I glanced at Celestia and frowned. "I talk to her, and then I can go and, say, get some coffee?"