Her eyes finally looked from the book to one of the reminders she kept in her room, a single photograph of an amber mare with an honest and excited smile. The picture of the mare -- filly really -- was one of the last to have blue eyes aglow with excitement and sheer simple joy that Celestia could find. It helped her steel her will, and a folded letter unfurled itself, and Celestia began to copy. Word for word, then drew a faint curved line and wrote.