Celestia, bless her heart, simply did not have the skill for it, or the eye. She could not see the necessity and intricacy in the placement of the stars and the power of it all, the balance that was required. So many arts, magical or otherwise that relied on the stars and their movements, had fallen by the wayside in her absence over the past millennium. Stagnant, near unchanging and irrational in their placements, put where they were with nary a thought for their meaning. If it were not for the immovable, those stars who not even she could penetrate nor understand in their entirety, who knew what effects her absence could have had on the world?