I told you to go right

The carriage just felt...empty. I mean don't get me wrong, the princesses travel in style, but it was just a whole carriage: designated for me and only me. Sitting there, I couldn't help but miss my grinds, and feel slightly selfish that she'd only invited me and none of the others. I decided to have a quick snooze before I arrived, and in the possibility of asking the Princess. Lowering the brow of my fedora over my eyes, I crossed my legs, put my forehooves behind my head, and gradually nodded off in the silence of the carriage soaring through the air.

A vast empty void. Nothing but darkness. It seemed that I was stood on SOME solid surface, but I wasn't sure what. I looked down at my hooves in curiosity. The surface below appeared to be a warm, deep blue carpet, which went out of view after about 5 metres. Shrugging, I began to quietly trot down it, hooves making a nearly silent noise as they pressed into the carpet. After a few minutes of walking, I spotted a light source. Faint as it was, I could loosely make out the shape of a Vault symbol glowing white. As I approached, I saw it was emblazoned onto a door that had nearly no means of opening it. Except a small note.
Let us make the most of our time together, yes?
All of a sudden, the door hissed and clanked open, twisting, folding, retracting, and finally sinking into the floor. Unfortunately, it appeared there was nothing through it, but I headed in anyway. Just as I headed in, a loud BANG behind signalled the door had just shut.
I was locked in.
"Thunder..." purred a voice as calming as the night.
"Who said that?" I stupidly asked. I obviously knew who did.
"Thou must know who we are..." the voice replied. "For thou melts at our slightest touch..." I felt something breathing on my shoulder all of a sudden. My first instinct was to move away, but it was a...relaxing sensation. Instead of fleeing, I opened my neck up slightly by moving my head. "Ooh, thou art enjoying this?" the voice whispered. "Let us perform this post-meeting. We shall prove that we are the more social of the princesses..."
I weakly nodded.

"Now then:" the voice resumed. "Awake."

I almost immediately did so. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up. Casting a quick glance out the window, I saw that it had just become a lot foggier. I rolled my eyes. That's an implication. I thought. Though, through the thick fog, I could see we were still airborne, and coming in to land. Buildings, rooftops, and the occasional pegasi went quickly past the window, before finally the ground came into view. I braced myself for a hard landing, grabbing the bar at the side, and tensing my legs for support.
Nothing.
I groaned loudly.
"Ugh, this is the princesses' carriage..." I sighed, standing up. "Course it'd be shock absorbing." I promptly opened the door, stepped out, and headed to the front of the carriage. Through the fog, I could make some details out about Canterlot: a lot of things were white. Few black things could be seen, beside the odd gutter, and it just seemed...surreal. Too perfect. However, not being one to complain, I thanked the guards who towed the carriage and looked for the mare I was told to find. Apparently, my guide was a tan mare with black mane and glasses, with parchment and quill for a cutie mark.
"Mr Mustang?" a female voice asked from behind. I turned at the voice, and there was the mare in question. She was around my height, maybe slightly smaller, and her glasses had steamed up from the fog.
"Yep, that's me." I replied casually, straightening my tie and fedora.
"Would you follow me please?"
"Alright." I nodded as the mare trotted off to one door across the courtyard. It was pretty dark; it was Luna's time, after all, so torches illuminated the area as her guards stood by the walls instead of Celestia's guards. The mare in front pushed the door open, I followed her through, and we found ourselves in a great hall. As I went past, I couldn't help but marvel at the architecture and paintings, however I made sure to follow the guide. Just before I could try to spark a conversation with the quiet mare, she halted outside a large, deep blue door. Emblazoned on it was Luna's cutie mark.
"Here we are." the mare quietly said. "Enjoy your evening."
"You too." I replied. With that, the mare trotted off down the hall. I shrugged at her quietness, before reaching out and knocking on the door. The 3 bangs echoed through the corridors, before the doors opened themselves. A blue aura pulled the doors open as the guards on the other side opened it, and I cautiously headed inside. The room was big, with a small table in the centre, and there were only two seats. Assuming Princess Luna was late to something she had organised, I went cautiously over to the table and waited by the side of it. I wasn't really hungry, but waiting eventually got me bored. After what felt like 2 hours, she finally arrived. She had really just maxed out her beauty metre this time.
"Sorry for the lateness." she quickly said, trotting over to the table. "We were caught up with a small letter to the Gryphonian Empire Capital." She had elected to wear a blue dress that covered her flanks and rear legs, much like a cloak, and had somehow tied her mane into a ponytail (ERMAHGERD THER PERNS). She still wore the regalia, with the crown sitting (quite literally) pretty atop her head, the necklace holding the cloak in place, and diamond shoes clinking against the marble flooring.
"No problem." I replied, still in awe at her beauty. "I don't mind."
"It is of no fault of your own that we were late." she smiled. "Please, take a seat." I obliged quietly, pulling the chair opposite out and sitting on it. It was strangely the perfect size. Once seated, we simply looked at each other quite awkwardly for about 5 minutes.
"Mmmmm..." I finally said. "This is awkward..."
"Yes, quite." Luna replied with a sigh. Suddenly, she must have thought of a topic of conversation. "So how was the rescue earlier? Did thou manage to find her?"
"Yes, we did actually." I replied. "And then we ran because Terramorphus was probably trying to eat us."
"We heard his roars from our tower." she replied. "He was louder than we remember him being a thousand years ago."
"And larger I'm assuming?"
"Yes, MUCH larger. Originally he was a beast the size of 5 Manticores, now it seems like...5000."
"Oh, those must have been the days. When you could probably have stoned him to death. Now, you'd need to send him to five different suns to scratch his armour."
"Yes, the days when, take no offense, fools much like thou would stay clear of him."
"None taken. And we did manage to find some ancient blades and armour. I was cleaning mine up, but I never finished."
"Hmm, sounds interesting. Which mountain did thou find this equipment?"
"Terramorphus Peak, I'll call it. It's the one with some gem caverns underneath."
"Oh, Diamondhoof Mountain? I was there at the time of the battle. For all we know, thou may have picked up our chestplate."
"Nah, it didn't your perfect figure. Seemed more like a stallion's chestplate."
"Oh, stop it, thou." Luna began blushing. "As we have said before, have no romantic attraction towards thee. Minor innuendos aside, we shall not be flirting."
"Hm. When I was sleeping earlier, yo-"
"Unimportant!" she quickly replied, eyes darting. "It, ah, is humorous to watch though squirm under our touch."
"Course it is..." I chuckled.
"Well, shall we get this evening started?"