And she was back with the prompts again. This one was "The Last Item on the List". Only it wasn't the last item on the list, so it was kinda inaccurate. She supposed it might have been the last item on it at some point. Lists were complicated.
Twilight was good with lists. Or Sparkler, was, and Rarity had her lists as well.
The last item on the list was sure final sounding, tho'. She licked the tip of the quill, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
“Twilight, I am not planning on killing everyone,” Celestia said patiently..
“Then that isn’t your to-do list?”
“It is.”
“But… you wrote...”
She glanced down at the ancient parchment.
“Twilight, do you know how old I am?”
She paused, and shook her head.
“Neither do I, any more. I did. Suffice to say that it was a long time ago. Alicorns do not die… of natural means, in any case.”
Twilight glanced at her own wings, self-consciously. Celestia nodded.
“So we have to think in a longer frame of reference. Will I check that last item off? Some day, perhaps. But not now, or any time soon.”
“But you will?”
Celestia sighed. “Yes. I’m responsible for the sun rising and setting. It will come to me to finally turn it off, when everything is gone. But, come, let’s talk of more pleasant things.”
And they did.