I perched comfortably on the branch of the tree a couple of feet away from Celestia's balcony, my arm draped lazily over my raised knee as I rested my chin on it. My eyes stayed fixed on her figure inside the room—she was pacing, again and again, her steps short and restless. Her hair was tied in neat braids, but stray wisps kept falling as she chewed nervously on her lower lip.
She hadn't prayed for my presence yet. Or maybe she was simply lost in thought. Was she rehearsing what she wanted to say to me? Or was she unsure if she even wanted to see me?
I waited.
The moon climbed high and bathed the world in silver light, yet Celestia stayed within the confines of her room. Past midnight now. I finally sighed and raised my hand, manipulating the latch of her balcony doors with a gentle pull of telekinesis. They creaked open slowly, letting in a gust of cool wind that made the drapes flutter and the lanterns flicker.
