Celestia squinted, curiously examining what she had found causing the slight tickling from her cleavage. She had not expected it to be something so . . . tiny, so small and nondescript one would need the aid of magnifying tools just to make it out properly. Despite her age, her eyes and senses had not dulled in the slightest, much more keen than the average pony's, almost to a supernatural sense of how much grander an alicorn's power was. She could make out the curvature of a pony's body, diminished to an infinitesimal scale, the sleekness and spread wings in the golden glow of her magic telling all what she held was a pegasus, though mor