It was a long night for Lyra. She had fun, meta few interesting ponies, but it was indeed getting late. She levitated her pocket watch out of her saddlebag to check just how late it actually was. It read 9:40 PM. She floated it back into her saddlebag with a sigh. The night was still full of life, but it wasn't for her. Lyra had to head home now, Bon-Bon would be worried, she was already out later than she should be anyways.<br/><br/>On her way out of the gate, she accidentally bumped into another pony, and the contents of her saddlebags spilt out onto the ground. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" she said as she looked at the pony. It was a black unicorn.