        She wanted so badly to study the creature.  It was taking every ounce of willpower that she possessed to sit at the table.  Twilight’s heart was hollow, her muscles limp.  To have had a chance such as this, snatched away from her—from all of ponykind—it just wasn’t fair.  The end of the discussion hadn’t just taken the wind out of her sails; it had taken the rigging and the rudder, too.