The featureless ceiling slowly purged the nightmares from the girl’s memory.
A resolute knock on her door triggered cold sweat.
“Sunset?”
The muffled voice snapped her thoughts right back to the Canterlot Castle corridor.
“Sunset, I know you’re in there.”
Her accelerating breaths were inexplicably smoothed by the calm tone.
Celestia pushed open the door with almost effortless ease—the ailing lock offered little resistance.
“Not quite a luxury suite, is it?” Taking a few considerate steps into the dim apartment, she almost lit up the dusty walls around her. Sunset scrambled off of her bed, desperately attempting to appear collected. By the change in her principal’s face upon seeing Sunset, she could tell that it had not been successful.
“How did you…?” Sunset began, before Celestia could say anything.