Twilight walked into the suite that she would be staying in that night. It was small compared to Canterlot standards, but regardless, it was large. Twilight made herself comfortable for the night. She couldn’t help thinking of Spike. He was probably alone at the library, with no one there to keep him company. She took a sheet of parchment from a nearby shelf and a quill. She wrote a short message to Spike. She rolled up the parchment and looked about the room. She rang a nearby bell labeled “messenger.” a small red dragon came into the room. “Your message miss?” Twilight gave her letter to the dragon. The dragon took the letter. “To whom miss?” “Make it out to the dragon Spike.” The dragon bowed. He then breathed a red flame onto the letter, sending it off towards Ponyville. The dragon promptly left.
Twilight yawned. She was tired. She just wanted to fall into her soft bed. But something stopped her. “Friendship lesson. Right.” She turned and reached over to the shelf for another sheet of parchment.
A wise stallion once said, ‘When the character of a pony is unclear to you, look at his friends.’ My friend Jester is very unclear to anypony really. But I cannot simply look to his friends. He has not only befriended me, but Nightmare Moon as well. How is one to seek his character through such a dark being? You cannot always judge by a pony’s company. Sometimes one is himself when his company is his own.
With that, Twilight set her pen down. She dragged herself onto her bed and fell into a welcome sleep.
Princess Celestia opened the door slowly. “Twilight? I just wanted to let you know that the others are sound asleep.” She found Twilight asleep on her bed, clutching the Element of Magic closely to her. She smiled. “...as are you.” Princess Celestia’s eyes fell on the parchment. She walked over and glanced over it. Her eyes widened a little. “Really?” Princess Celestia looked over to Twilight, then back to the parchment. “Jester didn’t take me for...” The princess smiled. “You learn something new every day it seems.” The Princess looked out the window. “I only hope Jester can hold his own.”