So there we were, sitting in front of one of the female guards, who was looking confused. Skitter had turned into me upon seeing the poor mare around the corner. She copied everything, from leg-hole placement, to the necklace I made out of an old bit, and put Celestia’s crown, which she still had, on her head, and Luna’s crown on mine. The guard stared at us, and each time she blinked, my sister and I would close one eye, slowly open it, and close the other one. “I don’t know if I should offer to take one or both of you to bed. Or if I should chase you both for having the Princess’s crown.” The guard scratched the back of her head.