She looked down to where the enchanted quill had been writing down the rediscovered family lineage of generations. She almost recast the spell when she understood why it stopped.

It was complete.

She had done it.

There at the bottom of the most recent piece of parchment lay the current branch of the tree.

“I did it.” She whispered to herself in shock. “An heir is found.”

“Huh.”

Well, curiosity satisfied she could ignore it and continue onto her next fancy…

Or…

A smile spread across her face and a great look of mischief filled her eyes. She could ‘rustle the jimmies’ of the Canterlot Nobles.