Her coat is darker than it should be. Not a true black, but a deep midnight blue that threatens to turn. Luna holds her head high, towering above even the largest stallion in the group. Her status and her height are her best weapon amongst ponies like these. Physically going after them would only cause problems for her sister and drop her even lower in the public eye. At least ponies don’t outwardly attack her like they do Trixie. She narrows her eyes at the crowd with wings spread. A cold breeze brushes through them. Some even scatter. Others bow and apologize. She stops them all from leaving with a hoof stomp. It makes her almost giddy. The power she has over them is something someone else had killed for years ago. The alicorn clears her throat. “Everypony makes mistakes. If you are to judge those who have changed for what they have done in the past, you judge me as well. Is that what you’re all insinuating here?” Nightmare absolutely cackles in the back of her head at all the wide eyes. Celestia would never garner such a response from them. Heads shake with ears back. “Trixie has proven herself a different pony than she was then. If I see this happening again-” she smiles, showing fangs “-I would remind you who ensures your pleasant slumber. Dismissed.” It’s not her most gentle warning with all the clattering hooves as they’re allowed to flee. She does try not to threaten her own nation, but her sister can be a little too soft on them. She snorts. “It’s not you,” she addresses Trixie in a far quieter tone. One that speaks of calm night compared to looming storm. “Canterlot ponies can be terrible.” Luna rolls her eyes, bending silver knee to be closer to the unicorn’s height. “Are you okay?” @tricks-up-my-sleeve from here
