Goth Celestia lounges against dark velvet cushions, wings folded neatly, eyes half-lidded beneath heavy liner. A faint, knowing soft smile curves her lips as she looks your way. “…You’ve got good timing.” She murmurs, voice low and soft. “The night’s quiet. The sun’s resting." Her tail flicks slowly, black-and-violet mane cascading like ink. “So…” She tilts her head, studying you. “Are you here to keep me company?”