Author's Note

Rarity's POV

3 :Into the Dragon's Lair: 1

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The hall leading to Twilight's personal library is quiet, and dark. I move forwards, towards the door.

I extend my right hand towards the plaque by the side of the library door, spreading my fingers as wide as possible; only for the door to slide up, ominously quiet and foreboding. Since the door is sliding up, I am clearly invited into the cavernous room; as the heavy scent of old to ancient books is flooding my nostrils on my way into the room.

Now it is dark, quiet; as I enter the room, only for the doors to decisively slide shut behind me.

As the door is closing, behind me; I notice how the star skape slowly starts to illuminate the room, before me. The tranquility is draconian, as I continue into the room.

"A, B, C.." reads the sign at the end of the shelves I am walking past; "D, E, F.." it continues.

"Ah, F; there it is, now I just need to find the book she mentioned!" I ponder, quietly.

"Fabulous Fashion" the title of the book read; "Yes, that is exactly the book I was looking for!" I exclaim, excitedly as I finally do come across the book I had been told to be looking for; "Even if it is Pinkie Pie who was recommending the book, but I still do hope it is as good as I had been lead to believe!" I continue; pondering as I am picking the book, out of its position.

This book is thick, heavy; a solid tome, worthy of Twilight's precious and well guarded library to be sure.

"Leather bound, and in pristine condition!" I ponder, as I feel the smooth material of the back of the book in my hand.

"How did she even come across a book like this?" I ponder; "Even if she happened to be the sole protege of Princess Celestia herself!" I continue

"I know Twilight was the star pupil of Celestia, but exactly how much did she invest in Twilight in the first place?" I ponder; "For Twilight, to have a book like this; a book about fashion, nonetheless!" I conclude.

With the promised price in hand, in the form of this exquisite book; I take a step back, pondering the next move. Scanning the room, to the left and right; before it hits me, I have a small reading lounge at the end of the path lined by these bookcases.

"How typically Twilight Sparkle?" I ponder, contemplating the situation I had just stepped into.

Of course, I do want to read the book right away; even if I may want to ask her, if I could borrow the book. Purely in the interest, of picking up some inspiration in learning the tricks hidden within the covers of the book, I am holding in my hand.

I had known she was and still is a serious nerd, the royal Book Horse of tried and true breeding stock, unmatched and unrivaled throughout the realms. Do I, or we have Celestia the Princess to blame or thank for that?

Walking the short distance, to the relatively far off edge of the path did not take me more than a few minutes; while maintaining the Lady like, measured gait. On second thought, I guess this will be interesting. There is a small balcony, with its left side open; ready for me to step right in, before I am manoeuvring up to the second floor of this tall library. Because, of course this had to be a multi floor library. Didn't it?

However, after just a few more minutes; the balcony had managed to reach its intended destination

Curiously enough, I had to step out on the crystal clear crystalline floor; in order to reach the intended destination, so I can read my book in peace and quiet. Naturally, the air is a dead silent serenity befitting a comfortable read.

Maybe I could even have a cup of tea, up here?

Of course, I could; just as I picture Twilight Sparkle enjoying this, in the quiet solitude. All I need to do; is to summon Spike and I have my tea, in the next instant.

"Summoning Spike, indeed!" I ponder, as I snicker about the mere idea of summoning someone

What is this; the dark ages, with waiters and waitresses waiting on my smallest of whims?

I know Spike is Twilight Sparkle's Assistant, but he has always loved to be there on hand and serve my every whim all the same. I should not have been abusing this so shamefully as I had, but at the time I could not quite help myself. He had literally been begging me to.

He had grown up, since then; he has more pressing duties, and I don't even know if he is even in the castle. He could as easily have been in the Royal castle of Canterlot; doing Celestia knows what. He could be, couldn't he?

I stifle a snicker, as I see the image before me; Spike polishing Princess Celestia's beautiful, Royal hooves. Even without the Diamonds on her flank, Celestial is just as white as I am; whiter, possibly. I could never hold a candle to her after a millennium of regal experience.

How could I?

I can't even hold my own, against Twilight Sparkle; she is purple, and has just a few years as Princess. Though the stars in her make makes the star skape all the more befitting as lighting in her private library.

If the floor is clear, to me; maybe it is the same lavender purple, when she is in here?

At first, it had been a bit hard to get used to and somewhat disconcerting to me; but then the beauty of it all just started to grow, on me. I can instinctively feel the beauty, of the crystal; this is not mere glass, or plastic. I could never have trusted glass, or plastic; the way I can trust a gem, and be confident in its beauty and strength.

Diamond, or Sapphire is all the same to me; I am not the expert in mineralogy, or the physical quality of the respective's

"Where is my fainting couch?" I ponder; "But I guess it would not be very good, for reading comfortably!" I then correct myself.

There is a highly comfortable looking armchair in the middle of the room, overlooking the open space in which I had just found myself. More a throne, than an armchair possibly. However, it does look mighty comfortable.

On second thought; I think I would prefer one of the two reading couches I can see in the right and left corners, respectively. Just that they are so laid-back, they could have been found on an old fashioned rocket taking you to the moon.

Not that I had intended, or planned to go to the moon or anywhere else in the physical world; I just want to read the book I had just found, in Pinkie Pie's suggestion. Since the book had promised me, to go places in the name of the All-mighty Muse; I need to be comfortable, and go in style.

There is no questioning that.

The frame of the armchair, or throne is clearly a metallic variant of Twilight Sparkle's very own Lavender purple. How befitting. However, the cushions are a somewhat different feel and hue. Not quite silk or velvet, but a rich and comforting sheen to them all the same.

As I am approaching the reading coach on the right; I notice how the cushions are changing hue, to a silicon white more befitting of my individual elegance.

"Maybe they call me March Mallow for a reason!" I ponder, with a rich and delicate snicker.

Just like a March Mallow, I am after all pristinely white all over just like aforementioned March Mallow, I am also sweet, soft and delightful. I have no reason to complain, this is the effect of a lifelong endeavour.

However, this March Mallow is in for a good book; hoping to enjoy, what I had been promised.

How could anyone deny me this?

Of course; it is not just in the literal adventure contained within the book, but also the inspiration promised to be contained within.

I had walked all the way up, to the reading couch on the right side; stopping, only to take my rightful place so I can crack this book open. The next moment, I am finding myself comforted by the squishy cushions on the couch.

"Ooo-oo-oooh!" I exclaim excitedly, in hushed and lady-like tones.

As I am laying down, I feel the invitingly soft fabric of the smooth silicon under me; as it is touching and caressing my white skin all over, with soothing and comforting effect.

I feel utterly and completely relaxed, ready to crack the book open.

Where the pillow, or pillows of my bed would have been; there is an indentation, sculpted for holding a book in a comfortable position for me to read unhindered.

The book slowly slips into position, as I am making myself comfortable; assuming the position, lending me the most comfortable experience.

I crack the book open, reading the title of the book before me.

"Fabulous Fashion"

Now I am flipping the page, as I am readying myself for the promised adventure.