Look what you just made me do.

Celestia came forth, with a look of disdain toward Fluttershy. Of course, that look was returned by a glare of the "stare master", but this time, it didn't faze the sun god. The halls of the throne room, grand and polished with perfection in mind, were silent as Celestia confroted the newely cruel mare.

"Fluttershy, you're going to a mental institution to resolve your tension that we all just saw spring." The god told the mortal.

"Yes." The mortal agreed.

"It is settled then." The god spoke.