>A blue crayon left a bright streak against the pristine white fur. 
>And another one. And once more.
>Now a whole pool of azure filled the space around a large golden sun, too perfect to have been drawn by this crude drawing utensil.
>The crayon couldn't touch it, couldn't leave even one small mark on it.
>It shouldn't has been able to mark the coat as well, but She, whom the coat of pristine white fur belonged to, made it so it could.
>The sun was there the whole time, even before the current drawing has begun being drawn.
>In fact, it was there long centuries before a little unicorn filly got an idea to draw something.
>Her foalish telekinesis still lacked precision, so she drew like an earth pony, holding crayons in her mouth.
>Focused and determined she laid down patch after patch of colour.
>From time to time she was pausing, looking at her for a moment, contemplating for a bit.
>And then she would spit the crayon into the box and pick up a different one.
>The box of crayons stood upon an enormous wooden table.
>Likewise, the filly also stood on the table, to be able to reach the unmatched height of her mentor.
>A graceful and regal white alicorn.
>Celestia smiled, looking how her little ward was covering her side in pictures.
"What is this, my little Twilight?"
>"This is the sky," answered Twilight, without stopping or looking at Celestia.
>"This is your sun in the sky, it's beautiful! I wish I could do it like that."
>The Princess giggled.
"Well, what can I say, it came out as it came out."
>She shrugged, lifting her wings, enormous even when folded, slightly higher.
>"Huh?"
"No, nothing, my precious."
>Twilight spat the crayon out again and took another one.
"What is that you are drawing now?"
>"It's a tree!"
>Answered the filly while scribbling on Celestia's flank.
>There came out a thick trunk and a cloud-like green crown.
>"It's tall. And big. And nice."
>"It's very nice to lay under it. And read a book."
"Is that so?"
>"Yes, it is!"
>Twilight took a different crayon and drew a crude rectangle, with a triangle on top.
>Celestia turned her head slightly and made her multicolored ethereal mane to flow onto the other side of her, to see better what's going on on her flank.
"Is that a house?"
>"Yes!"
"Who lives there?"
>I dunno. Maybe me."
"Only you?"
>"Yeah. And books. Many, many-many-many books!"
"That's nice, my dear."
>"Yep."
>Twilight finished the silhouette of the house and looked at the picture critically.
>"You know, " she said thoughtfully, "I would've absolutely loved to have a house and a tree and books, all in one."
>Celestia laughed, her voice clear like a waterfall and powerful like a heavy golden bell.
>A tiny infant dragon, who slept in the large metallic crib on a floor, sat up with a start, spooked by the sudden loud sound and belched out a vestige of vicious green flame.
>"Hush, Spike. All is alright"
>Dragonling blinked at Twilight and quieted down.
>Twilight went back to examining the picture.
>She corrected a few lines here and there, making sure the house looked as whatever she wanted it to look.
>As a result, now it had both rectangular and circular windows and a large attic.
>"Yeah," she said, "Books, a tree and a home. It's all would be so nice."
"Perhaps, one day you will find what you seek, my faithful student."
>"Will I?"
"Perhaps."
>Suddenly, an actual bell rung somewhere in the distance.
>"Oh, is the lesson already over?"
>Twilight scrunched her face, very disappointed.
>Celestia nodded.
"I think so."
>The unicorn filly looked at up, her large eyes sad.
>"Will you erase my picture, Princess?"
>Without an answer, Celestia grabbed canvas from somewhere in the room with her telekinesis.
>She brought it through and leaned it against the wall.
>Her horn blinked and the picture left her flank, without a trace.
>Simultaneously, the exact copy of it appeared on the canvas.
>The tree, the house, the sky and even the sun, a perfect image of Celestia's cutie mark.
>Twilight gasped, jumped down from the table and ran to the canvas.
>"Wow!"
>She admired the transferred art. Suddenly her face darkened.
>"But, uh, the crayons. It will fall off from the canvas. Would shatter!"
"It will not. I won't permit it to do so."
>Celestia smiled at Twilight with a calm smile full of warmth.