When Twilight gets kicked out of the local book club....
Though it was by far the biggest, the attack of what would call “Anxiety” or “Panic”, wrapped in a thin layer of mental non health, that had happened as soon as Twilight had run out of lessons in friendship, something that would happen eventually, that wasn’t the first attack of the kind Twilight suffered. To Princess Celestia those needy gasps of pure concentrated over thinking brought back memories.
Twilight Sparkle had always been...Celestia liked to call it “unusual”, it took a certain kind of unusualness for one to care so much about history, and magic, and all kinds of disciplines lectured about, in the Canterlot Halls. Princess Celestia had seen that unusual sense of love for knowledge in Twilight, it was a thirst, she was well aware, that the young filly had used to replace her need for friends. She didn’t seem to hit it up with anyone except with her big brother.
But it was probably best like this anyway, while she had eventually made some friends, Celestia still remembered that time where she had urged Twilight to join the local book club. She winced, semi closing her eyes, it had not been pretty. At least this time no unicorns had been turned into cucumbers.
The “Canterlot book club for over developed fillies, colts and grown mares and stallions” or CBCFODFCAGMAS (a mouthful of an acronym) had been developed in an informal style, sort of a just read what you want and then comment it with other members of the group. Reunions weekly, every Thursday, come and join!
Filly Twilight wanted to change all of that, first of all, she thought, she had to make sure everyone was reading age appropriate books, she couldn’t have fillies reading adult novels, and grown stallions reading juvenile literature! She was sure they’d appreciate her help.
She foraged the Canterlot library, already divided into age sections, and made a list, one enormous, with over thirty five hundred titles, list. She had thought the variety was enough, but apparently the members of the Canterlot book club for over developed fillies, colts and grown mares and stallions, digressed from her opinion.
She was kicked out and the reaction couldn’t have been more negative, at first she tried denying what was happening.
“You....you can’t do that! You’re joking me! I’m much more of a reader than all of you!”
As that had no effect on the group, who wanted to read whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, she began to plead:
“Please? What if I increase the list? What if I do....no! Triple each age appropriate section?”
After somepony ripped out her list, and spitted out the scroll, now divided into two asymmetrical pieces, she felt tears dampen her eyes, and something began to happen. She couldn’t describe the situation, but what had once required an outside source to trigger, now was happening based purely on her emotions. Her eyes hardened, her lips making a line, and all of her seemed to tense up. She began to hover a few feet above the ground, and then she began to shine, brighter than even a signal post in a dark stormy night. White filled the building, and shot to the sky. Princess Celestia could feel a great disturbance in the magical fields of force, and she didn’t have to look hard to find the source, which was handily signalized by all that glowing that hat been shot to the sky, she hurried there.
Twilight let out a primal scream, her mane totally out of line, she had shortly brushed it before coming over to the club, barely passing it with a brush, after having spent all night redacting her list, but whatever little work she had done, had been unraveled by the threads of her powerful magic.
Twilight was out of her logical mind, while the valuable old books and pieces of scroll that were kept in the archives of Canterlot library were, thankfully, not affected, living things were not so lucky.... as wave after wave of white and purple magic hit them, they were transfigured into different things, all funnier than the last, from multi colored sunshades, to old typewriters, to articles of clothes, to finally some kind of food. When Celestia arrived it took one look to understand what was happening. And as she carefully approached from behind, with her shield charm casted, and no desire to be turned into something outrageous, she used what would pass for a motherly tone, trying to calm the little filly down.
It took some time for her to be heard over the sound of magical buzzing, but eventually Twilight calmed down, she fell over, barely able to hold herself up high, in her own four hooves, and she looked at the devastation she had caused.
The physical objects she most treasured, books, were mostly alright, some gushes of artificial wind she had caused had thrown them around the shelves, and they littered the floor, but other than having to pickup them, they were fine.
The various food on the floor, on the other hand....she at first wasn’t sure of where they had come from, as she wondered if she had perfected her teleportation...but then it dawned on her what the discarded food was, and who they were.
She looked at her mentor, and immediately, she started to worry, her eyes twitched...
“Oh my gosh, i’m so sorry, sorry, sorry! Please, Sorry!”
Thoughts of serving as companionship to nightmare moon already on her mind, Twilight had tears in her eyes, and her mouth moved at the speed of the wind on a tornado.
Celestia assured her that she was not mad, well, mostly, and after giving their form back to the members of the book club, Celestia decided that, from that moment on, maybe social interaction wasn’t meant for Twilight Sparkle.
She, as old and powerful as she was, was not all knowing, so, when she sent Twilight, an older more mature Twilight to make friends, she couldn’t have known that this would be the results, she had, in the course of a year, made friend ,friends who were willing to step up and assume responsibility before a physical godess like her. And that made her proud. How little Twilight had grown.
As she told the story to the group of 6 mares (and a dragon that had been absent from the book club, for he, young as he was, had been sleeping in that morning), they laughed, well five of them did, Twilight just tried to bury herself more and more in the cushioned seat.
Tame as it was, this punishment of hers, was, even so, highly embarrassing.
