“Lazily rolling over on her side, the dragon-pony morph Twilight murrs as her load of eggs shift in her womb. Her second patch. The Lunar Cathedral is her home now days, though she is still part of the Ponyville, despite her condition, and she is well pampered. Some benefits for being a close compatriot to Princess Luna and Brood mother her kin.
 
Opening her eyes she bask in her sovereign lights, and wiggles into the her bed further. Slightly drifting into a quick nap, she misses the thud against the wall outside her room, and the clatter of metal. She is awoken by the shy call from outside her room. “ L-lady Twilight. Do you need oiling?” Twilight blinks a bit and thinks - oiling, why in Equestria would - she looks at her belly. Her scales barely reflect the moon rays shimmering through the stain glass window. “ Yes - Yes that sound lovely. Come in. “ The door opens to a beige colored pony with sliver hair and feminine frame. Her mane is drawn up in a pony tail and her bangs hang shaggy across much of her face as she hold her head low in respect to Twilight, the Lunar motif hangs around her neck. A bottle of oil floats lazily by her side. “ Lady Twilight if you would please r-roll over.” Twilight nods and and lays on her back nuzzling her face in the bedding. The beige mare tilts her head up and smiles from eye. Her rear hoof gentle shuts the door to the a pink pony dragging a dark blue pony by his tail. “ Your scales will be so healthy, and strong. “