        She rolled up her parchment with a hoof, ink bottle centered in the tube to provide strength.  The quill was stuck in the cork, to prevent stains.  Normally, she would have levitated it, but she instead grabbed it in her mouth, gripping around the ink bottle.  He seemed quite interested in the process, although she could not fathom any reason why he would be.  Certainly if she had possessed talons like his, she would be taking full advantage of them.