Twilight trotted around her library in a circular motion, leaving small, echoed clopping sounds. Spike was walking down the stairs with a handful of history books that look to be thousands of years old. All was silent except from Twilight’s eerie hoof steps. As Spike reached the bottom of the stairs, he let go of all the books, leaving them slightly scattered on the ground.
“Twilight, why would you want old history books? We’re searching for some sort of evidence that Scootaloo has living, existing parents. Not catching up on the least recent form of pony history and mythology.” Spike raised his hand up to his chin and thought for a moment before slowly walking over to Twilight’s desk.
On it was a quill, a piece of paper and her diary. Spike didn’t dare opening her diary, nor did he even think about it as it was her private matters. Twilight trotted over to the books and pulled each one out slowly and carefully, reading the title as they came up. “I’m looking for history books because I know I saw this style of knitting before. If I found out who’s style it is, I can possibly gather more evidence of Scootaloo’s parents, if not her entire family tree.”
Spike looked back around to the books on the dusty floor, knowing he’d have to clean it up. “You do have a solid point Twilight, but there is one thing off… how can knitting have a style? I mean, it’s all done the same.” Spike picked up the doll that was edges away from Twilight’s desk, lying lazily on a wooden table.
Twilight proceeded to read through book titles as she talked. “Everything has a style; reading, filming, jumping and even knitting. It’s a way of signifying who or what has done that specific thing that they do.” She stopped at a book titled, Art Crafts of Pony History. On the book cover was a painting of Old Equestria.
She opened the book and started looking through the pages, some of them were torn and dirty. Twilight stopped at the page marked as ‘pony magic crafts’. It seemed that the page had many crafts done by famous unicorns. “You think it was done by a unicorn?” Spike said.
“Well, it had to be done by a unicorn as they are the only ponies that can even attempt to do something this articulate. A pegasus is almost the same as a normal earth pony in this situation as I have only heard a couple pegasi that can even attempt knitting.” Twilight was positive on her assumption.
Spike walked back up the stairs and into Twilight’s bedroom. Sitting on Twilight’s bed was Scootaloo, whom was reading some books of Daring Doo. “Scootaloo, are you sure you don’t know where Rainbow Dash went? I mean, she could be in danger, so you haft to tell us if you do know.” Scootaloo placed a hoof on her chin and thought for a moment.
“Sorry Spike, I honestly don’t know where she went… but I hope she’s okay.” Scootaloo looked out the window of Twilight’s bedroom, hoping to see her rainbow-maned idol to fly past her. Spike picked up some of the books that were scattered over the bed. Most of them were Daring Doo novels, which Spike expected. Some of them were text and maths books.
“What do you need these for?” Spike asked as he opened one of the maths books, reading over the titles and some bookmarked pages. Scootaloo pushed some of the novels out of the way, allowing a couple more education books to be shown.
“I have a test to do at school, Cheerilee caught me drawing again and I hafta do extra credit if I’m going to pass. I hate reading educational books, but if I want to pass, I’ll haft to read them. Hmm… maybe I could get my cutie mark in education? Maybe I could be a teacher?” Spike smiled while continuing to read over the educational books.
Spike looked over to Scootaloo, who was staring out the window again. He placed down the book and examined Scootaloo’s mane. It was still pretty short from the operations she had to get from her head injuries. “Does your head hurt? If I remember straight, you were gushing blood for a while as Rainbow and Twilight aided you.”
Scootaloo felt the back of her head and rubbed her mane. “It doesn’t hurt as much as it did…” She looked over to the door way of Twilight’s bedroom, admiring the glow of the wooden tree that was the library. “Rainbow Dash sure helped me a lot... without her I’d most likely be dead… a long time ago.” Using his claws, Spike picked up another book from the floor.
“…Do you wish she was your mother?” Spike said with a cringe in his voice, trying to be gentle. He knew how defensive Scootaloo was of her parents or even anything to do with the subject. Scootaloo’s mouth started to curve and she bit her bottom lip. Her eyes got teary and she shook a little.
“I wish…” Her voice was dry and cracked. Spike placed the book he was holding down on the ground and climbed up onto Twilight’s bed. He went over to Scootaloo and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a gentle hug. The filly placed her arms slowly around Spike, then proceeded to slightly sob onto his shoulder. Spike rubbed her back with his claw.
He never felt so close to her in his life…