Still, that didn’t solve her immediate problem. She really wanted a definitive answer before Luna woke. She had come to the conclusion that there had been no pegasus thrown off the balcony; it was just Luna’s in-your-muzzle way of presenting ideas. Methods learned in a bygone age. Celestia remembered when pegasi mothers pushed their foals off clouds to teach them to fly. Luna’s direct approach had worked, too: if she had simply said that blocking rings could be fatal to unicorns, Celestia probably would have nodded and not given the matter any thought for a few days; as it was, she had spent almost every moment of her free time doing research, and she hated research. She often felt guilty whenever she assigned research projects to her students. Twilight thrived on them, though—Cadance had had to drag the young unicorn out of libraries more than once.