Trixie stopped in thought. She was in Princess Luna’s study without permission, and she was about to go over to the Princess’ desk and look at her personal books.  She knew that there were bat-guards patrolling, and Dusk Glimmer might even check in her bedroom and notice she was missing.  She should hurry back to her bed, thank the stars that she hadn’t been caught, and not even consider picking up one of those books and looking at them.