Celestia hesitated as she weighed her options, her face outwardly calm and relieved, save for the tiny, almost unnoticeable creeping-together of her eyebrows. Perhaps it was centuries of rule instilling a healthy sense of skepticism, but the mere fact that this foal did not have otherworldly powers or magic did not entirely satisfy the small, yet persistent part of her brain that constantly whispered: 'But what if it is dangerous?' 