As the days drew on, the princess has grown more acclimated to living in the daylight. She hated the day time, it went against her entire existence as the greatest pony to raise or lower the moon. Still, it was not all bad...she made friends who walked in the day. It was strange to her how she could not have seen or understood this before...She had grown so jealous of those in the day she had ruined her own life.
"I think I am in the right place," said the petite woman whose wings were twice as long as she was tall when opened. Now, they hung behind her like a beautiful cape with feathers black and inky blue. Her dress was a beautiful wine color with billowing, soft fabric for the skirt. It was likely not appropriate for training but of the few things people likely could gather on Luna based on her rare daytime showings one was that she did not like normal clothing. Dresses were beautiful and liberating where pants were constricting and uncomfortable.
She also never wore anything underneath, on top or bottom, but that was perhaps more privy information.
Her wings collapsed behind her after the whoosh of arrival and she entered the dojo looking for her companion. What grace. What an entrance!