“Midnight?”
“Huh?” Midnight woke up at the sound of Spike’s voice, watching the book that he reading last night fall in front of his vision and fall into his hooves. He was incredibly drowsy, and was lucky that he didn’t have any business to attend to that day; otherwise, he would be rushing with panic by now.
“Oh, sorry,” Spike said as he backed away from Midnight by a few inches. “You look like you’ve been up for most of the night. How long have you been reading that book?”
“Oh, uh… I don’t know. I guess I lost track of time. It was just such an intriguing story, I just couldn’t put it down.”
Spike knew what this meant; another info dump from Midnight about whatever new book he was reading at the time. “Alright, let it out.”
“Well, it’s about this stallion… who…” Despite Midnight starting the conversation with such strong energy, he paused trying to think of how to describe it without it coming off as odd or confusing. “Well, I say Stallion, but is kinda not… he’s like… more like a mare in a stallion’s body I guess. The story is about her realizing this and learning to be more open about herself” Midnight explain tripping over his own words repeatedly
“A mare in a stallion’s body who never knew she was a mare? How does that work?”
“I don’t know, but the story did such a great job at putting the reader in her horseshoes. It was so engaging it’s like… it’s like…” Out of nowhere, the pieces from before were finally starting to click together in her mind little by little. Midnight felt he could already see the image that the pieces were forming, but he needed confirmation. “Spike, do you think… do I… come off as feminine at all to you?
“Feminine?” Spike asked confused. “I mean, not really. But now that I think of it, you’ve never really acted all that masculine either, at least compared to other stallions. Though I guess being a shut-in for so long probably has something to do with that, no offense.”
Midnight wasn’t entirely satisfied with Spike’s answer. He needed a second opinion to piece together more of the puzzle forming in his head. He soon began to pace the floor frantically mumbling incoherently to himself for a moment as he tried to rationalize the thoughts accumulating in his head.
“Are you sure you’re alright Midnight?” Spike asked.
“Uh… you know what Spike? Start breakfast without me, I need to test something.” Midnight rushed out of the Library, the adrenaline giving her a boost of energy to pull her out of her original drowsy state of mind from earlier. She ran across Ponyville with one destination in mind; Carousel Boutique.