She says she holds sway over the moon and stars, and I don’t doubt it. Instead, I tell her of my affection for the night, and how I had hoped to meet whomever brought it about. She smiles and tells me that not many other ponies share my sentiment whilst glancing at the pearl mare beside her.

The pearl mare introduces herself and the other mare. Apparently, they are sisters. Sisters who control the heavens. Knowing my place, I bow to both, though lower to she of the night.