It was a lovely late summer’s afternoon in Ponyville, and Twilight Sparkle was settled down for an afternoon of reading and looking after the library. Not that many ponies ever actually used the Golden Oaks library, which essentially meant that Twilight could spend an entire afternoon re-reading an old favourite of hers: The Whorls, an account of the early days of magic study in Equestria, with a focus on the ‘Pre-Classical’ era, and the book that had introduced her to Star Swirl the Bearded. Making sure that the door was unlocked, and the small sign in the window was flipped to ‘Open’, Twilight had sunk into the plush cushion that was her preffered reading spot. It was right by an open window, and with a warm beam of sunlight striking her, it was the closest thing that she had to reading outside without actually needing to go outside.
Five minutes into the second chapter of the book, Twilight sighed from frustration, marked her place, put the book on the floor of the library, and twisted to glare at her wings. The darned things couldn’t, or wouldn’t keep still. She wondered how Fluttershy dealt with it. There was a nice breeze flowing in from the window, rushing over the alicorn’s back and through her feathers, causing them to keep twitching and shifting. Deciding that there was nothing for it, Twilight let out another sigh, and her horn glowed, moving the window shut, and her wings stilled. With a smile, Twilight levitated her book once more, and picked up where she left off, satisfied that her problem had been taken care of.
An hour later, Twilight had to reopen the window to get some fresh air. As she gulped in the soft breeze, along with the usual scents of Ponyville afternoons, she glanced back at her book. Somehow, the thought of simply sitting still and reading for a few hours was no longer as appealing as it used to be. She wanted to run, jump, fly, get covered in sweat and mud and dive into a lake to clean off. She wanted to feel the slow burn of exhaustion, the gentle satisfaction of exercise. But yet, there was still a large part of her that wanted nothing more than to sit and read, and she was legally obligated to stay in the library while it was open, so Twilight pulled her head back in, and resigned herself to an uncomfortable afternoon, not normally associated with being around her favourite things ever.
Half an hour later, as Pinkie Pie was coming to visit Twilight Sparkle for afternoon lunch with cupcakes and was about to knock on the door, it slammed open and a purple streak flew past her. Pinkie briefly noted that it was heading for Whitetail Woods, bounced inside the library, and began to eat the cupcakes while she waited for Twilight to come back.