Right, time for dialogue, I'm not good at it. Tear into any mistake I make with it, I need to get better somehow.
Today was amazing, so I made this, I've never written this much, this fast.

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Princess Luna was already in her sister's chambers, her stomach felt like a lead weight. She still had the beast's chain, the ring from it, anyway. Whatever magic it possessed, it wasn't Equestrian, though the Princess was at a loss to its source. It held power within itself, you had to probe to find it, when one did though, it felt unnatural, foreign.

Her magic held the item in front of her, Luna herself staring out the window. Her gaze drifted between the little artifact, and her moon. Since the beast arrived, its golden shade had been changing, growing closer to orange. At the end of the conflict, just before the creature did that, Luna cringed at the thought, to the Pegasus guard, the moon was red. A phenomenon that had never happened before, at least not to the Princess of Night's knowledge. This entire situation made no sense.

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“Alright then, who are you?” The horse thing was trying to act nice, but the lycan could tell she had no patience for him. Whatever he had done, he had obviously upset her.

“Now, you see, even with correct phrasing, there isn't a short answer, so I'm going to have to ask you to be more specific.” He was under the impression that these horses were going to prove annoying.

“Your name.” Simple enough, straight to the point, maybe he was wrong.

“Reman, yours?” The horse quirked a brow, he hated royalty. “It's only fair, answer for an answer.” She was undoubtedly getting annoyed by him, and he didn't care.

“I am Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria.” She wore a smile, perhaps Reman was being cynical, but it looked forced. “Now, where are you from?” Her smile became less of a show, perhaps this game was growing on her? Time to ruin that thought.

“Again, be specific, where was I born, where have I been, where do I live, things like that.” The Princess started to look frustrated, she didn't like Reman, that much was obvious. “I'm not going to count that as a question, go ahead, please.” He put on a smile, Reman rolled onto his back, and rose to a sitting position, crossing his legs.

“Well, Ray-man, I-” Reman's hand silenced her.

“Reman, your pronunciation is close, but say it faster.” He was trying to grind her gears at this point, still smiling.

“Reman,” A nod from said man. “I'll be asking all three of those, you'll get your three once I'm done.” The man shrugged his shoulders, a gesture the two cultures seemed to share.

“Well, in that order: I was born in and spent my childhood in Cyrodiil, on a farm with an iron mine on the property, I've been all over, and currently call a Dwemer storehouse in Skyrim my home.” The locations, countries, perhaps, were unfamiliar to the Princess, but she understood that he lived in a what amounted to a warehouse. “So, Princess, my turn. What exactly are you, by that I mean species-wise, what exactly happened earlier, and,” Reman took a breath, pausing for effect. “Where is my necklace, you know, the silver chain collar I had? In order, please.”

“Well, Reman, we call ourselves 'Ponies', I myself am an Alicorn, the one to my left is a Unicorn, to my right, a Pegasus, the ones behind me are Earth Ponies. What happened earlier, well, we were having our Winter Solstice Festival, then you showed up, my guards approached you, asked your business, and you roared at them, they attacked you to protect the other party-goers. In regards to your collar, I have no idea, I saw it on you, but after you were beaten to the ground, it was gone, I can have somepony look for it, if you like.” A look of relief crossed his features, Celestia wondered if it had sentimental value, perhaps a keepsake from a passed relative? “Now, I believe it's my turn. What are you, species-wise of course?”

“I,” He began, pointing to himself “am an Imperial.” More questions than answers with that one, giving her half the information needed to even be understood. “Now for me,” The man rose to his feet and approached the bars of his cell, never touching them. “What is it going to take for me to get out of cell?” He stood as tall as the Princess, maybe shorter, but not by much, and was trying with all his might to appear nonthreatening.

“I'm certain a key would be needed.” Royal bitch. “Now, can every member of your species transform?” She didn't get a response, he simply walked to the cot and sat down, a small grin on his face.

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The chamber doors creaked open, Princess Celestia finally joined her sister. The Princess of Day saw Luna lost in thought, eying a small, shiny object that floated in front of her. Celestia noted her sister's concerned expression, Luna was worried about something. The Moon Princess' eyes flicked to Celestia, relief crossed her features, though concern remained prevalent.

“Well, how did it go?” Celestia's face fell, her earlier frustration showing through.

“He talks.” Luna's brain dry fired as she wrapped her head around what her sister said.

“What?”

“It is a he, that talks. He changed shape after I locked him up, he answered some questions, asked some of his own, but what he said raised more questions than I had when began.” Celestia was tired, Luna understood that, the Sun Princess' mane and tail flowing much less than normal. Between the red moon and this thing they had in the dungeon, Luna could tell things were just going to get worse from here on out.

She just hoped everything would be okay on the other side of this.

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Reman gave up on staying awake, his cell's surprising warmth making him drowsy. The lycan yawned, rolled onto his back, and fell asleep almost instantly.

The hills of Cyrodiil rolled out before him, it was spring, flowers blooming all over the expanses of County Kvatch. The warm breeze creating waves in the plant growth, colors flowing to and fro. He heard someone sit down next to him, a face the man hadn't thought of in a long time: Lynette Jemane. Reman allowed a small, true smile to cross his features. Fond, loving memories flowed through his mind.

Her family lived nearby, an hour's walk at most. She was of Breton blood, her wavy brown hair and poise speaking to the fact. Friends since birth, they were inseparable, even after a big fight, they always ran into each other in town the next time either of them were there. The memory brought a smile to his face, bittersweet, he recalled talk of an arranged marriage, their families thinking them perfect for one another. Reman almost shed a tear, the happiest days of his life were spent here, the one place he could never return. Just as he finished that thought, an icy wind tore through the air.

He turned to see Lynette, her silver blade held aloft, ready to strike him down.

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And there we go. Really, any help I can get with dialogue is appreciated.