“Where did I put it…!”, Twilight grumbled, her bedmane still way obvious, “I placed it around here somewhere… Gah!” Twilight shouted in anger, even if the sound of it stayed in the library, Ponies around could feel that someone was having a less than pleasant morning.
“Perhaps in the drawer with pictures of Pinkie Pie?… No that would make no sense. So then the box under the bed with acrylics? No! I didn’t touch that for at least a month already.”, she seemed to be rather desperate at trying to find… something?
A knock was heard on the Library’s door, Twilight quickly opened and found Rainbow Dash outside. She seemed to be relaxed as ever, floating a few feet above ground, her strong wings flapping in regular beats. As she saw Twilight poke her head outside she greeted her, “Hey there Twi,” she then landed, being polite, after all talking down on people never made you any friends, “How’s it going?”
Twilight answered with a certain enthusiasm that she managed to only have when talking about books, “Oh hello! Everything is going just well! I already finished my letter for Celestia this week, you see Applebloom and Spike had this fight an…”
“Sorry Twi to interrupt you, but I really do not have much time!”, Rainbow Dash stopped Twilight, “I will gladly talk to you about the letter again, but right now I need your help for something.”
Twilight first frowned as she got interrupted as she wanted to tell Rainbow what the lesson was, but as she told her that she needed her help she brightened up again, “Oh, okay. I guess I was a bit too overwhelmed by finishing it this time so early!”, she blinked and looked towards Dash again, “Okay, what do you need?”
Dash immediately told her, “I need a book.”
As Spike took out the trash for Rarity this week he couldn’t help himself but wonder what was in that peculiar shaped box. Normally the paper boxes he took out were all, at least to an extent, white and oval or heart shaped. But this one was a standard brown, and square. He didn’t make a fuss about it though and instead just did what he was told to do. Once Rarity thanked him using the surname he oh-so loved, “Spikey-Wikey”, she went back into her pavillion. Spike then quickly took the box out of the bin and opened it, sending a wave of dust towards him, making him cough. He tried to suppress it, but it only made the matter worse as Rarity peeked out of her door, wondering if he got sick all of the sudden. The dust had soon settled and Rarity had finally a clear view on what was going on. Spike was holding something, something she hoped to actually never see again. She galloped out of under her porch and ran towards Spike, taking the object out of his small claws and quickly stuffing it back into the Box. Spike sensed that he no longer had the dress and now used both his hands to rub his eyes as the dust had stopped him from seeing anything. After a few moments he blinked a few times and looked up to Rarity who seemed to be a bit flustered. He laughed shyly and grinned sheepishly before taking a more responsible attitude, “Sorry… I was just really curious.” He hoped Rarity was not too mad about him. Her smile convinced him of the opposite.