Celestia wanted to object, but hesitated. She walked out of the room and watched her mentor pick up his scrolls and Quill.
She had a deep gut feeling that something would go horribly wrong. She knew her mentor was smart and wise, but sometimes he got overambitious. Other than that, she put her faith and trust in his decision, hoping he'd be okay.
That night, she walked out to the balcony outside her room, where she pondered about the situation as she lowered the sun.
"It's okay, Celestia. You can trust Starswirl, he's a highly advanced wizard, of course he knows what he's doing!
But what if he turns himself into, I don't know, a sheep and can't turn himself back?
Calm down! He'll be fine. "
Then she snapped out of it.
"I should probably sleep, maybe I'm too tired."
Then she wakes up.
The first thing she does is walk over to the room where Starswirl lingered all these days.
She peeks behind the door...
There stood a blended hurricane of everfree nonsense.
What seemed to be a slender dragon with multiple mismatched limbs and the largest eyebrows she's ever witnessed in Starswirl's clothes looked her way.
"..."
"Hi."