Twilight's comfortably sprawled on her stomach across the study floor, enjoying one of the numerous books that pepper the shelves for light reading. A stack of books that wait their turn sit beside her, a variety of topics that no sane pony would leap between so vehemently for fear of whiplash -- half of them were about Griffons and Griffon history, or other similar topics. The rest, anything she found interesting. The moment she's done with one, it floats right back up to the bookshelf, and another takes it's place on the pile.