It’s the middle of the night, and you’re taking a midnight stroll. As you walk, you’re looking down at the ground, lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, you ended up bumping into someone. You quickly look up at the pony you bumped into, with an apologetic expression. You had a feeling that they’d be a little annoyed at best, but they didn’t seem to be that phased. The pony you bumped into pulls off the hood of their black cloak, revealing their unicorn horn, and long, red mane. Their red, ruby eyes look upon you; something about this pony seems…strange Astelle: “Why, hello there…what is thou-I mean…what is your name?” They tilt their head slightly in curiosity