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// 381. 221B by Donraj 
// Story: The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab 
// by Fuzzyfurvert 
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by Donraj


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Princess Celestia chuckled. "It's an excellent costume, Twilight. You got everything right except for the deerwarden cap."

Twilight froze. Her top hat slipped forward slightly as she did. The impossible had just happened. Princess Celestia was wrong.

Princess Celestia raised an eyebrow. "Twilight? Is everything alright?"

Twilight's brain continued to freeze up. Somepony was wrong. About history. About a pet peeve of hers, even. That had to be addressed. But she couldn't just correct Princess Celestia!

Twilight began to tremble slightly as she struggled to process the unimaginable. Princess Celestia noted with a bit of alarm that foam was beginning to come out of her mouth.

"Twilight Sparkle!"

The crack of royal authority was enough to snap Twilight back to her senses. As her mind rebooted it commanded her mouth to spit out the last thought in its buffer.

"Fetlock Holmes was never described as wearing a deerwarden cap!" she blurted. "Deerwarden caps were considered outdoors wear and would have been extremely inappropriate attire in Canterlot!"

Twilight cringed as her detailed historical knowledge betrayed her and the many hours of research and close reading she had performed on its behalf. Princess Celestia chuckled.

"The stories also described him as an upstanding citizen and left out most of the drug use."

Twilight blinked. Since the universe still seemed to exist she looked up at Princess Celestia curiously.

"You... knew him?"

"I knighted his literary agent. Of course I knew him. He helped me with delicate matters a time or two. He was a brilliant pony, but the surviving accounts of him are very sanitized."

"B-But," Twilight stammered. "He would have looked like a crazy pony if he had dressed like that!"

Princess Celestia's smile grew enigmatic. "He did indeed. He was quite erratic."

Questions swirled through Twilight's mind. She settled on an open ended one. "What else can you tell me about him?"

Celestia chuckled again. "Well, to his dying day he denied that Lupine had picked his pocket that one time..."