Celestia smiled, appreciating that Raven only wished to lighten her work load a little. She was about to speak her reply when the doors of the throne room swung open, granting access to two guards and a silvery griffon hen, whose youthful appearance belied the wit, intelligence, and brutal cunning that lay below. It was a brutal cunning that Celestia could run circles around, mostly due to age and experience, but it was there nonetheless.