"I'm the princess of the night, so of course they run in fright. They feel threatened and unsure," Zee sang sadly, bowing her head and turning to her statue.

"So let's heighten your allure," Zin sang slyly, walking to her side.

"I don't think you understand, I bring darkness to their land." Zee shook her head at the little filly, her dark mane almost whipping her in the face.

"But what causes them to flee-" Zin sang, avoiding the mane.

"-Must be my supremacy," Zee nodded, still looking sad.

"Make it so they can't resist," Zin walked up, the smirk that so resembled her father on her tiny face.

"So that we can coexist," Zee beamed and began to hover over Zin excitedly,

"You'll be welcome in their clique," Zin nodded, still smirking.

"TALKING LOUD SHOULD DO THE TRICK!" Zee screamed.

"Turn your social life around, ditch those boots and homely crown." Zin sang, now on Zee's back. "I can help with one small fee, give your Princesshood to me!"

The little filly chuckled softly when Zee agreed.