[This is starting to take a long time indeed, isn't it. Celestia glances back down the hall, looking for her wayward shinki. She could call him back, but if he's in the middle of something that would be bad...]

Say, I have an idea. Why don't you write a letter while we're waiting? You can tell your parents about the fascinating adventure you had while they were away.

[From a pouch tucked under one wing, she tugs out a quill pen and a rolled up sheet of paper for the girl.]