Tired, violet eyes glazed over with sleep and restlessness glossed over an old book. It was an old book about fairy tales and myths, one quite similar to the same one that had foretold about Nightmare Moon's return. Though its cover was hardly as ornate, it was still embossed with gold thread and a silver-lined back, the magically infused stiff linen that made up its pages seemed to guarantee its durability in any weather, and if the enchantment were to run out, the pages were sturdy since they weren't paper.
Sure, she didn't really find anything useful about it now, she'd likely read it a few times already during an organization session that she had done herself, (rather than let Spike deal with it). Twilight Sparkle's horn flared, and the pages began to turn, essentially just skimming to see what she might've missed or forgotten, to try and ease her mind into some very much-needed sleep, thank you very much. Such was the toll for drinking far too much coffee again.
Her horn stopped on an interesting diagram of sorts, or at least it looked like one. A professionally sketched depiction of a fox on two legs, if its angular snout and tipped tail were of any indication, wearing a robe with a hood down. Twilight stared at it in confusion, she didn't remember this in the copy back at the Canterlot Library. 'Maybe something added after publishing? She thought.
The title for this section of myths and fairytales was simply titled "Volpe" in bold, neatly written cursive. Underneath it was the sub-title "Cossidore Volpe", an ancient word that when translated to modern ponish was something called a Weaver Fox.
"While modern foxes walk on fours and can commonly be seen harassing farm animals at times or stalking your local forests, these did not. Legend states that they were the ones to have taught the unicorns how to spellcraft, using their knowledge of reportedly being able to weave ambient magic, and refine it into unique spells for any application.
Objects recovered from alleged Volpe campsites and ancient towns are few, but seem to be magic given form, like this tapestry. (Fig. 1)
It is unlikely any living being will ever see them again, as they were believed to have vanished after Canterlot was frozen in hateful ice by its ethereal predators, the Windigos.."
Twilight shut the book, she could have more time to read this page later. For now was sleepy time, because she didn't want to be chided by Spike again for staying up all night. He already did enough around the library without her carelessly spending a night up studying another book.
Figure 1: Various hand-drawn sketches and renditions of objects, one is a tapestry with no faded color, the other a journal of some kind with a cover made of wood, clothing. All of which were skillfully crafted out of natural materials, and also thousands of years old and definitely not supposed to have withstood the test of time.