A Pony by Any Other Name

Drama Letter knew the library wasn't too far from the Theater, even though she didn't go often.

"Actually," Drama Letter corrected herself, "No location is ever too far in a quaint town such as Ponyville." Drama Letter broke into a trot.

"I wonder what the subject of Sir Indigo's prose shall be," Drama Letter mused. "His poetry, I am aware, is always filled with beauty and description, yet he does not speak of it often." Drama Letter had only heard Indigo Wreath perform for the public once or twice. She had gotten a private show once. Indigo Wreath had a smooth voice and his poetry was full of detailed descriptions of the world, but Drama Letter felt his works lacked depth and hidden meaning in them. If Indigo said the flowers smelled sweet, that was exactly what he meant. The flowers weren't a metaphor for love or life or anything.

"Hi Drama Letter!" A bubblegum pink Earth Pony popped out of a nearby bush, interrupting Drama Letter's train of thought.

"Pinkie Pie!" Drama Letter took a step backwards instinctively. "Where, pray tell, was the necessity in that surprise?"

"I have to tell you something super!" Pinkie Pie replied, bouncing around Drama Letter in excitement. "Something super exciting and unusual will happen to you today!" Pinkie Pie leaned in and opened her eyes wide. "My Pinkie Sense tingled right as I looked at you! It went like this!" Pinkie Pie stopped talking to demonstrate the Pinkie Sense to Drama Letter. Her poofy hair shook as Pinkie imitated the typical Pinkie Sense spasm.

"Something very big is going to happen!" Pinkie stopped shaking and leaned in closer so that she and Drama Letter were muzzle to muzzle.

"I thank you, Fair Pinkie Pie," Drama Letter responded after a moment. "I will sure to be mindful of the big event you speak of."

"No problem!" Pinkie resumed bouncing. "I gotta go now! See ya!"

"I bid you farewell!" Drama Letter smiled as she resumed trotting.

Drama Letter believed in Pinkie's Pinkie Sense- who didn't? But surely the "Big Event" was going to happen at the library- or would it?

"Perhaps Indigo shall recite poetry with depth," she joked to herself. As she chuckled, Drama Letter glanced up. She exclaimed, "Ah! I have arrived!" The front door was open, so Drama Letter trotted right in.

The lights were dimmed, and a group of ponies was seated around a grey stallion with a berry purple mane. Drama Letter took a seat at the back of the crowd to listen.

"I see the light reflecting off the dew," Indigo Wreath recited in a wondrous tone. "A prism of color, created from that light! From the water springs forth spring itself!" The crowd clapped as Indigo Wreath finished his poem. Drama Letter clapped along, genuinely liking the bit of poetry she had heard.

But he should have implied something, like the rainbow representing different personality traits, perhaps, Drama Letter thought as the clapping slowed and somepony turned the lights on. Nah, it doesn't matter. Indigo is fine the way he is.

"Hello, Drama Letter!" Twilight Sparkle exclaimed, coming up to Drama Letter. "So nice to see you! I was talking to Sophisticata the other day, and she said you were having play practice today. Is it over already?"

"Fair Golden Hazel had one of her mood swings," Drama Letter explained. "I had no other plans, so I thought I would stop by to listen for a little while." Twilight nodded.

"Well, now that you're here, I've been meaning to show you some of the play manuscripts I found in this library last week!" Twilight held up a biscuit in her pink aura. "Here, take a biscuit while I go get them." She placed the biscuit in Drama Letter's hoof and dashed off to another section of the library.

Drama Letter took a bite of the biscuit and fell instantly in love. The biscuit was soft and chewy, like the raw cookie dough she liked to eat as a filly. It was still warm, which meant it was fresh from the oven.

"Divine!" She exclaimed as she munched. Drama Letter leaned against the wall. She heard a sharp click and fell backwards.

"Holy hay!" Drama Letter gasped as a small compartment opened up behind her. She peered inside. There was a little piece of parchment right there. Drama Letter picked it up.

"'Multiverse reverse, flip the script, identical portal,'" she read. "I wonder: what they are supposed to indicate?"

Suddenly, spirals of green and pink light flew up around her. The parchment was forgotten as the light swirled around Drama Letter.

"Drama Letter!" Twilight, being apparently the only pony who had noticed the phenomenon, rushed over with scrolls in her hooves. "What happened?" Drama Letter watched the lights dissipate almost as suddenly as they had appeared.

"I seem to have found a compartment that activated those lights," Drama Letter remarked, completely forgetting the parchment paper that lay on the ground beside her hoof. She gazed around the room, still a bit shocked. Twilight narrowed her eyes and stared at the wall.

"This place is full of secret compartments and that stuff," Twilight responded. "Even I haven't seen all of them, so watch your step." Twilight leaned in closer and added in a whisper, "If you ask me, the pony that built this place was crazy!" Twilight twirled her hoof next to her head.

"Anyway, do you want these manuscripts checked out before Indigo Wreath starts again?" Drama Letter's mind was still on the spirals, so she simply nodded.

After Twilight quickly checked the scrolls out, Drama Letter tucked them into her saddlebag.

"Fair Twilight Sparkle, may I request more of these delicious biscuits?" Drama Letter asked. Twilight's face lit up in delight.

"You like them? I made them! I've been experimenting with new recipes, but nopony was really eating them today!" Twilight produced an entire jar of biscuits and gently set it on Drama Letter's back. "Thank you!"

"The pleasure is mine!" Drama Letter responded.

"I am ready to continue!" Indigo Wreath called out.

"I will see you soon, Fair Twilight," Drama Letter whispered as Indigo began to recite. "Though I shall stick around a while longer."

"Bye!" Twilight waved, and then she tip-toed back to the front of the group.

Drama Letter nommed on a cookie as Indigo recited some more poetry. Eventually, Drama Letter decided to head back home, so she took one last glance at the library, then snuck out the door.