Curled up in bed with her quill and paper, it was time to do more writing! Sweetie Belle lay there for a while brainstorming ideas.
I wonder how becoming an alicorn works, anyways?
Struck with an idea, she put quill to paper...
*Yawn* A productive day should start with some morning exercise!
Hoof stretches! One! Two! Three! Four! Check!
Wing stretches! One! Two! Three! Four! Che-- “Spike!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Spike huffed into view. “Geez, do you have any idea-- whoa, where did those come from?”
“They shouldn’t be there. I’ve already ascended! I shouldn’t be getting more wings!”
“Maybe you ascended again?”
“That's not scientifically possible!”
“Sheesh, just calm down, Twilight.” *Scribble scribble scribble foom*. “Here, I’ve sent a letter to Princess Celestia. I’m sure she can sort this out.”
Twilight sighed. “You’re right, Spike. No need to panic. I’m sure she’ll know what to do.”
*Belch* “She’s replied! Dear Twilight. Yadda yadda yadda… congratulations on your double-princesshood. We gladly offer our fealty to you, Princess Princess Twilight, new ruler of Equestria? O-okay, maybe not.”
Twilight groaned. "I'm going back to bed. Wake me up when this is all over."