Introducing Noctua

>You find yourself wandering by a brook near a copse of silver birches. You hear footsteps behind you and turn to see a mothpony slowly walking towards you.
>'Oh hello, you must be Anon.'
You see a beige coloured mothpony with light brown eyes staring at you. She has black and ginger under wings and a curious look on her face.
>'Someone as different and odd-looking as you, you could only be Anon. I've never seen such colouration on a biped before.'
>She walks closer towards you and begins to circle you.
>'Pardon my abrupt nature, I'm just very passionate and curious about history and folklore; having someone like you here, I would love to hear the different stories you have to tell.'
>She gestures with a wing towards the faint outline of a building made of wood. You recognise it as the home of another mothpony.
>'Talvi will be out tending his mushrooms, but if you wish to come in, I would love to hear all about your history and any stories of you and your people.'
>She takes a step towards the building and glances over her shoulder.
>'Maybe you'd also like to see my printing press?'
>You follow the mare towards the wood house and you see that nearby there is a wooden water pump.
>'Please come in,' said the mothpony, holding open the front door.
>You step inside the house and can see lots of paper lying around, along with large jars of ink. Looking around, you see a room that has a large bed inside.
>'Oh please excuse the mess,' said the mare, closing the door to the bedroom, 'that bed is made of feathers, it's so divine to sleep on! But anyway enough of that, please come through.'
>You follow the mothpony towards the back of the building. You see a large wooden contraption that takes up most of the space in this back room.
>A large wooden lever holds aloft a flat square piece of wood. Underneath is a large table with a sheet of paper. You watch as the mothpony inserts blocks into the hanging square, covers them in ink with a brush and then presses down on a large handle, which makes the wooden square fall flat against the table, pressing down onto the paper.
>When she lifts the handle, the flat square block lifts upward, leaving a printed message on the paper. She picks it up and passes it to you, wafting it a little in her mouth to help the ink dry.
>'Noctua - book maker and repairer.'
>She says with a smile.
>'If ever you need a book fixed, bring it straight to me,'

>How lewd is this mare?
> 'Lewd? Oh Anon, I'm not lewd. I mean, I can appreciate a good looking stallion, but I'm not going to seek it out. I'm happy with Talvi, he's all the lewd I need. :) '

>What kind of a lewd?
>'I can appreciate something handsome when I see it. But I'm a married moth, so looking is as far as it goes. Besides, Talvi is all I need in that respect, he does a lot for me in that way... :) '

>How would this mare react to a random stallion hitting on her?
>Well I'd be flattered, seeing as I'm quite past the stage of people hitting on me. If I was younger then maybe I'd flirt back, but I'm an old married mare so to speak. Those days are over, so I would have to tactfully decline.'

>What does she like a lot?
>'I would answer Talvi, but that's too mushy for both of us! :) I have a feather bed at home that I adore, sleeping in it is like being a heaven!'

>What does she dislike a lot?
>'I really dislike cages, I'm actually very scared of them. I can just about handle bars, as in the bars of an iron gate, but cages make me very afraid.'