The aisle of the Canterlot libraries were almost mazelike, but Twilight knew them by heart. As she strolled to her favourite spot in the library, however, she found it taken; Rainbow Dash, sprawled in the window seat with a book as thick as her foreleg, opened her mouth to make an excuse. After a pause, she shut it again. Twilight smiled.
"Good spot, huh?"
"Not bad," the pegasus shrugged. "Could use cushions. Sit down, I wanna borrow your egghead brain for a second. This book's got hard words in it."
"What's it about?" Twilight asked, folding herself into the seat beside her friend. She felt the sun begin to warm her back.
"Nothin' too interesting," Dash replied evasively. "Just some boring old unicorn history book. Man, for such magic nerds, you unicorns do some crazy stuff from time to time."
"You're not kidding. Did I ever tell you about Isaac Hoofton? Stabbed himself in the eye with a bodkin and wriggled it around, to see if he'd go blind..."
Rainbow Dash's face lit up as Twilight began to explain some of the charming eccentricities of unicorn scholars. When the time came for them to leave, the book was long forgotten.