Celestia had been spending plenty of time around the fountain, expecting others in her situation to appear or make their way there as their journals led them. Seeing somepony new there -- or some other, really, the generic term not quite appropriate any more -- the alicorn approached at a slow pace. Wings half-spread, mane and tail streaming ethereal colors, she was looking her best in order to keep her impressions positive.

"Good evening," she said, from a polite distance away. "Have you been displaced from your home as well?"