Ponies scattered every which way at Luna’s passing. The ones that saw her coming bowed nervously, hoping they could get away without invoking her wrath.

“Antiquated is she?” Luna muttered to herself. “Let’s see how much they care about sister’s rule after I am done with them.”

She made a beeline for her chambers, not even slowing down as she plowed through the supposedly reinforced doors that protected her inner sanctum. Only when she laid eyes on the item, did she finally smile.

Her moonsilver armor was an antiquated relic; An artifact from times past.

The symbolism would be perfect.