When one lived as long as Starswirl, dwelling in a realm between realms where time and space would never act in the way they SHOULD, you'd have a lot of time to kill. The old unicorn sat quietly in his favourite chair, watching the fires before him, with a beloved book within his hooves. A sigh escaped him, and he'd flip through page after page, enjoying the story as best he could. Granted, he'd read this book many times over, which was odd when he literally had every conceivable book anyone from any reality could have ever written. But, when you had your favourites, you tended to go back to them. A smile was upon his lips, and overall, it looked as though he was in a good and relaxed state right now. But, as the moments passed, his eyes would drift over to the table in the centre of his study, and he'd show hesitation. But then, he'd look back to his book, and then back and forth, before finally releasing a deep exhale, setting his book aside.
"...Very well then."
Taking hold of his c