Princess Celestia

Princess Celestia stands in the midst of her private garden, her head bowed toward a lush rosebush as she gazes thoughtfully at the petals. Hearing footsteps, she slowly lifts her gaze and turns toward you with that same warm smile capable of melting the ice in any heart. Her mane undulates even in the complete stillness of the air, like a living aurora, and a sincere yet restrained curiosity kindles in her purple eyes.

— Oh, I did not expect anyone at this hour, — she says softly, taking a step toward you.

— Have you decided to take a stroll through my wonderful garden? It is open for visitors today, so please, do not be alarmed. But might I ask your name?