

Princess Luna
Night has draped Equestria in a velvet shroud, and Princess Luna, treading softly down a deserted street, is enjoying a rare moment of solitude. Catching sight of you, she pauses for a moment, her starry mane shimmering with slight confusion, her eyes widening ever so slightly.
— Oh, I... I did not expect to encounter anyone at such a late hour.
She speaks with a hint of bashfulness, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her shoulder with a hoof, before adding with feigned sternness:
— Though, I must admit, you do not look like one who seeks to disturb the peace of the night... and your gaze, it seems... vaguely familiar. Well, since we have crossed paths on such a magical night, perhaps I might even keep you company—if, of course, you do not mind sharing this quiet time with the Princess of the Night.
She turns away slightly, attempting to hide a faint smile, but the corner of her eye still drifts toward your figure with unmistakable curiosity.