Sketchy Clouds sat at her desk with her trusty sketchbook. A pair of glasses were perched on her muzzle as she scrunched her nose with thought.
The door to her room was shut. Unknown to the blue pegasus, one of her sisters was on the otherside of the door. The sister's horn glowed and she opened the door.
Sketchy glanced at her unwanted guest with boredom. "Hey, Emerald. What are you doing here?"
Emerald took one look at her younger sister before shaking her head. "I should ask you the same thing. You look bored."
"That's because I am. I can't figure out what to draw," Sketchy replied.
"... What if you write your drawings instead of drawing them?"
Sketchy pondered what her sister had said. Suddenly, she used a wing to fling her art supplies onto the floor. She then grabbed notebook paper and a quill.
Her sister smiled at her acomlishment. Using her magic, she quietly walked out and shut the door.
Sketchy then started thinking about what she should write about. She thought about what her sister had said.
"What if..."
And then Pixel Moon begun to write.