The first time Luna saw a thestral, a sense of familiarity came over her. It was... a bit like looking into a mirror, really. Well, not the kind of mirror you see your body with, but maybe one that could show you your... soul? She wasn't entirely sure on that.
It was a bit funny, she thought, how people didn't seem to like either of them. The type of dislike wasn't overtly the same: the thestrals were "dangerous, scary, creepy"; she was generally considered harmless, but "odd, weird, loony" - but the source, for the most part, was the same, and that was misunderstanding.
Luna thought she understood well enough. She wouldn't presume, but there was kinship in forest shadows on warm days, offering food, conversing in soft whickers.
And sometimes, flying.