Twilight finished reading through some of the old history books that were scattered over the library floor, none of them currently held any evidence of Scootaloo’s parents, nor did it have any form of knitting styles. She placed some of the books on the table and looked up towards her bedroom. Everything was quiet again, all silent.
Twilight was eager to find out where Spike had gone, so she trotted up her wooden stairs leading to her bedroom that was only lit by the blue tint of the open window. Once she got to the top of the stairs, she stuck her head slowly through the doorway and looked over to her bed.
On her bed, were the little orange filly and her dragon assistant. They were hugging each other tightly while the air brushed through the room, leaving a small, cold draft. Twilight smiled as she looked at the two who were in a warm embrace of arms.
Twilight slowly pulled her head out of the bedroom and looked back down the stairs and to the wooden, crisp library floor that had books scattered in specific corners of the room. She trotted down the stairs with small, quiet taps. On her way to her desk, she stopped and looked into a mirror that was hanging on the library’s wall.
Her mane was slightly dusty; it had small curved hair pieces that were un-combed and hanging out the top and side of her manes fringe. “Maybe I’m working too hard, maybe the answer is simple… maybe it’s too complicated for me to know…” She lifted her hoof to the bottom of her eye and pulled on her skin slightly. “I need to find out, for Scootaloo’s sake.” She then let go of her skin and looked over to her desk.
She started trotting and picked up a quill using her magic as she reached her desk. Her diary was perfectly angled on her desk, right in the middle. It was opened by the glowing, purple aurora that was Twilight’s magic. She started writing in it, taking her time to document notes and allow her brain to think of possible solutions and theories concerning the filly’s parents. She started whispering to herself as she wrote.
“The doll seems to be made by an unknown maker and seems to have no connection to the artistic side of pony history. It is still unclear who or what Scootaloo’s parents are; I plan on examining Scootaloo around specific questions, noting her motions and feelings… Rainbow Dash is still gone off to somewhere to which none of us know. I have assumptions to where she went and I am thinking about asking those whom which she last interacted with, starting with the doctor who was looking over Scootaloo in the infirmary.
Twilight Sparkle. Time: One thirty four at morning.”
She marked the last sentence with her signature and placed the quill down on the side of her desk, closing the diary in the process. After she was done with her diary, she opened her drawer under her desk and floated the diary slowly into the corner of the wooden drawer and closed it quietly. Checking if the drawer was secure, she put her head under the desk to have a look. “You won’t be able to talk to the doctor until tomorrow morning Twilight.” Spike appeared behind Twilight, causing her to bump her head on the desk as she lifted herself out after being startled.
Twilight rubbed her forehead and horn slowly; making sure nothing was badly hurt. Afterwards, she turned around and looked at Spike, who was standing there rubbing his arm while looking down. He was about to open his mouth before being cut off by Twilight. “It’s okay Spike, it’s just a small… bump. Anyway, were you listening in to my diary writing? That’s rude!”
Spike blushed slightly and put his hand up. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t talk out loud next time you write out a private diary passage.” Spike lowered his hand and looked around and scanned the library, seeing what a mess it was in. It was still a big floor load of books and it was also showered with dust that snuck in between books and shelves. Spike turned around towards Twilight and took his other hand from behind his back, showing him holding a comb that came from Twilight’s bedroom. “I think you should maybe clean your mane up a little.”
Twilight lifted the comb and combed her mane, making it neat and tidy. She placed it down on the table that had the small Rainbow Dash doll on it. Spike started walking over towards the books on the floor when he was stopped by Twilight’s hoof. “Thanks Spike, but you can sleep now. I’ll clean this up.” Twilight smiled over to Spike and he turned around then hugged her. Twilight nuzzled him back and watched him as he let go of her and went upstairs towards his small bed.
The library would take forever to clean with a tired baby dragon, so Twilight thought it would be a nice idea to let him sleep while she cleaned up the large mess that the library was in. “I’ll just have to work extra hard to clean this up… I guess I shouldn’t have been so focused on finding Scootaloo’s parents from such a ridiculous source. Well, I learned my lesson!” She smiled and started to use her magic to clean up the library. Placing books into their home shelves, dusting everything before placing it all back where it belonged.
Spike lifted himself into his small basket bed, covering himself up with the tiny bed sheet that was also inside it. Scootaloo was laying her head down on the pillow that was on Twilight’s bed. All the books that were on the bed, now back in their original places on the bookshelf. All the lights went out, everything was dark and dim and the only sounds that were barely auditable were the small hums of the eerie wind outside the tree that served as the Ponyville Library.
Shortly after all the lights went out, Twilight slowly trotted up the wooden stairs, trying not to make any noise. She came into her bedroom and looked over to her bed; on it was Scootaloo, who was buried under the covers. Twilight went to the other side of her bed and climbed in slowly, she noticed that Scootaloo was still slightly awake as she got in. Twilight whispered. “Oh sorry Scootaloo, I hope you’re all right with me sleeping in my bed.” She giggled slightly.
Scootaloo edged over to Twilight and hugged her arm slightly. “I’m fine with it.” She muttered while she laid her head on the pillow. Twilight used her magic to close the window that was next to her bed, stopping the cold air from getting inside the library’s interior.
Twilight closed her eyes and lay back on her bed with Scootaloo hugging her arm. “I don’t mind you sleeping here Scoots. You can sleep here as long as you want,” Twilight said, pulling the covers over both her and Scootaloo.
The air outside started to gain warmth and texture as the sun slowly came up from the rim of Equestria. The blue night sky still gave off a blue tint through the small window at the corner of the bedroom. It shone over the two in the bed, who by now, were sound asleep.
It was a peaceful, gleaming sleep. One which was as rare as gold…