The door shut and the gold trimming melted into the frame. Pushing away Silver’s hoof from punching her stomach, Penumbra leapt at the door and pounded away at it to no avail. “Look at what you did; now we’re locked out. Princess Luna, trapped with those two knuckleheads for guards.” She kept going at it, even if she knew it was no use.
“What I did? No, you jumped at me. Well, at least there’s an even amount of guards in there,” he said calmly as he righted himself, dusting off his coat.
Penumbra turned her head and with a face of disgust, replied, “Must you always be so optimistic?”
He deadpanned, “Silver Lining?”
She rested her forehead against the door. “Right. Well, what do we do now. I don’t want to fight if she won’t see my glory.”
“At least there’s that. I don’t like hitting a lady.”
“Neither do I.” She snickered and turned around completely.
“Very funny.”
“Thanks, I try.”
They both sat on their haunches and stared at one another. “So…”
“So…”
“Actually, I don’t think we’ve met before Ms…”
“Penumbra.”
“Glad to have met you.”
“Likewise I guess.”
“Mind telling me what your talent is? We may have to kill some time before we get back in there.”
“Ok.” She sighed as if delving deep into her mind to recall a distant memory. “I’m Penumbra, and I didn’t always look like this.” She gave a motion referring to her Lunar Guard form. “In fact, it all started on a warm summer day…”