That is what the clock said. Well no, It actually said 4:02:23, but that was neither here nor there. Twilight rolled over in her bed. Her mane tangled around her horn and her hooves gripped the sheet. Sleep. It was like a mist in the Everfree forest. It just was there, lingering on the edge of her mind, teasing, taunting, and over all, elusive. She groaned and got up, throwing the blanket off the edge of her mattress. The darkness clung to the corners of her room and seeped along the walls. A magenta glow softly pushed it back as Twilight walked from the grand room dedicated to her in the palace. She walked past Spike’s room. The young adolescent dragon had long since out grown his basket and was now sleeping in a full bed. His tail sags over the edge. Slowly tip-toeing past the slumbering dragon’s room Twilight went off to wander the halls.
The walls were silent as the servants slept. As Twilight neared the library with slow deliberate steps, the sound of aggravated mumbling reached the her ears. Her head peeked into the main room of the grand library. Within was none other than the lithe form of the princess of the night. Her midnight fur reflected the faint indigo light of her magic. She stood by a table laden with books. Quills and papers were stacked neatly to the side and the only thing out of place was the fact Luna was not reading. In fact she was fixated on a lamp. The thing was off, keeping the room in near darkness.
“Luna? What are you doing? Surely the bulb hasn’t died on you.” Twilight stated as she moved to come alongside the other alicorn. Side by side, one could see their differences in stature. Luna had grown since coming back from her banishment. Still not as tall as Celestia, she was still taller than Cadence. Twilight stood evenly with the Princess of the Crystal Empire, and neither had earned their magical manes.
Luna’s blue eyes turn to regard Twilight with both embarrassment and aggravation. “The confounded contraption refuses to put forth even the faintest of a glow. Mine own magic dose more than it and I grow weary of it.”
Twilight giggled.
“Luna, you have been back for how many years and you still do not know how to work a lamp?” The princess of the night sat down on her haunches with a huff. She folded her ears back and frowned.
“When thy lives in the same abode as the Solar princess, one does not need nocturnal lighting as the walls just seem to glow. Besides, there are plenty of windows in the Canterlot library that allow supple amounts of moon light to stimulate mine eyes.” Twilight blinked and looked about, vaguely remembering not needing to get curtains for the windows to protect the book bindings, because there were no windows to cover. She looked back to Luna who was no longer paying any attention to the younger mare. In her magical grasp was a match. The flame’s light seemed harsh in contrast to the princesses’ magical glows. Alarm raced through twilight as she watched the lamp shade took up in flames. “HAZA! I have brought light to the room!” Luna’s glee was evident, thinking she had figured out how to work the lamp.
“Luna!” Twilight’s cry of shock was ignored as Luna went prancing about from lamp to lamp. Each one went up in flames most spectacularly. The night princess was at least mindful enough to move the lamps away from the shelves of dried paper bound in much thicker dried paper on wooden shelves. “Luna!” Twilight cries out again as she went about putting out the fires. The night princess looked at twilight with a raised brow.
“What have I done wrong? Isn’t this how you are supposed to be using these?” Luna asked completely ignorant of her wrongs. Twilight reached up under one of the charred lamp coverings and pulled the chain to turn on the light. Luna watched in rapture as Twilight sighed and left the once quiet library, back to her bed that was calling her name, making a mental note to get new lamp shades. And fire proof the library.