Princess Celestia had already gone to bed, a few hours ago. When there was no reason to be on lookout, Princess Luna would simply wander the castle at night, occasionally entering her subjects' dreams if it was necessary. Otherwise, she had very little to nothing to do. "Immortality and royalty gets old sometimes," Luna sighed to herself, quietly as to not wake her sister. So as of now she was walking around, pacing I guess, the main room. Suddenly, she heard a knock on the door.

Wondering who would want to see her or her sister at such a late hour, Luna trotted over to the door. She opened it and looked around. At first she saw nothing, just the dark streets of Canterlot branching out from the palace in all directions, the cobblestone pathways and streets, the parked carriages, the dimmed lamps, and the central clock tower showing the time: 1:26 a.m. Soon, though, she heard a soft noise. It sounded like the sound everypony makes when they sleep, Luna was quite familiar with that noise. She looked down, and there was a small cardboard box. The Princess rolled her eyes. Something of such insignificance shouldn't be set right outside the palace doors! But since she had nothing better to do, Luna opened the box with her magic and looked inside.

In this box was a peculiar sight indeed. There was something inside, wrapped in a light blue blanket. There were several dirt stains on the blanket and a little note was pinned to it. "Give to a good home," it said. It looked vaguely pony-like, however it had no coat, and it was pretty much hairless, other than the minimal hair on its head. Its muzzle was very small, and as far as Luna could tell, it had no tail. She checked her memory for anything even remotely like this, but the Princess came up dry. She'd never seen a creature quite like this before, although it, or perhaps she, was notably female. Luna knew that nopony ever gave up something like that if they wanted it, and since it was obviously asleep, Luna thought it best to take it inside. She could find the owner of this… thing… later. The Princess set the papoose on the couch, and she awoke from her slumber. She looked perplexed, not scared, simply confused a little. Luna looked back at her, and she felt this aching feeling as she looked. Whatever species, most children grow up and therefore look roughly the same, and this child couldn't be more than 4 years old. Luna gently pulled up the torn blanket; she didn't seem to mind and snuggled up with one of the dark blue throw pillows and grasping its… claws? Hooves? Luna saw these things that looked remotely like… well… she didn't know, really. Then Luna remembered something. Twilight had gone through the mirror to that other world, and she'd seen some sort of odd creatures there, and she'd come back with tales about tall, fleshy, two-legged things and spoke about these things called 'hands'. Maybe this thing was from that other world.

Her skin was sort of beige colored, her hair was a light brown and was quite short. She didn't remember Twilight talking about that from her journeys there. However, for now, Twilight was all the way over in Ponyville, her sister was asleep, and she had a 4-year-old on her hooves. Luna knew that all children need the same care, regardless of species. She'd helped her sister care for Philomena when she was little, and she'd also assisted her sister in taking care of her niece (that's just what she calls her, though), Princess Cadence. So she fetched a nice, warm blanket from her own bed and lay down on the couch. "Thank… you…" the child stuttered, slowly, unsurely, as Luna draped the blanket over her with her magic. Then she lay on Luna's forehoof and looked up at the Princess. "You… sleep… too," she said, trying to keep her eyes open. Then she yawned and closed her eyes. "I will, soon, little one," said Luna, being a bit overly nice in her own opinion, "I will. Soon." But deep in her mind, Luna knew that she'd never be able to get any sleep with this little child around. And she wasn't even tired; she'd slept all day so she could stay up all night. It was her duty, after all, to watch over the night.