The cool night breeze curled gently around Celestia as she stood upon the grand balcony of the Valentine mansion, her golden hair cascading and fluttering like silk threads caught in a playful wind, each strand shimmering faintly beneath the pale crescent moon that hung above like a watchful eye in the dark vastness. Astra rested in her arms—warm, tiny, and infinitely curious—her bright red eyes reflecting the moonlight as she gazed skyward with the wonder only a young child, or rather, a young dragon, could possess.
The day's events lingered vividly in Celestia's mind—laughter echoing around the dining hall, the unexpected topic of names, and the way everyone's eyes softened the moment she was finally christened. She hadn't expected so many things to happen tonight, hadn't expected herself to stay… to enjoy a moment that felt absurdly domestic for someone like her.
