10-06-2017, 07:47 PM
The journey to Coruscant library was trying, in its own way. It's not that it was an especially difficult journey: traveling through the forest is potentially dangerous but simple enough if one knows the route, Nexus is reasonably safe as long as one avoids any vendettas that inevitably end up there, and the first tier where the library resides is the safest as long as one hasn't made an enemy of the empire.
No, the problem that Twilight Sparkle faced was that a pony was apparently very uncommon thing. The Omniverse, and Coruscant in particular, seemed to be mostly populated by humans, or human-adjacent creatures. She got a lot of funny looks, and overheard a number of less-than-encouraging comments. There were even a few who mistook her for an animal that had somehow wandered in, though they were receptive enough to her explaining herself. Or maybe they were just so flabbergasted by what was to them a talking pack animal that they simply walked away.
All of that discomfort proved worth it when she got to the library itself, however. This was a magnificent place! It was a colossal building, and filled to the brim with knowledge and perspectives, form who knew how many different places! Granted, it seemed like Twilight wouldn't be allowed to see all of it even if she had the capacity, several sections were restricted. A shame, but presumably not without reason. She knew better than most how some books could be dangerous in unknowing hooves, or worse those with malicious intent. She strolled through the halls for a few minutes, looking around bright-eyed and smiling at the shelves, getting lost in a sense of nostalgia. While visually very different, the experience was similar to her discovery of the Canterlot library at the young age.
Eventually Twilight reminded herself that she did have a purpose here. It would certainly be important to get familiar with such a valuable resource such as the library, and that thought was in no way influenced by her desire to spend time in it, but she had another purpose here. She needed a sense of where she was, where several of her friends now were. This 'Omniverse' was a potentially very violent place, and it would pay to be prepared, to say nothing of how much could be learning from gathering of diverse cultures as could be found here.
There was a large number of books that caught Twilight's eyes, but she restrained herself. She only had so many writing materials with her, which meant she would have to prioritize. And besides, barring some great calamity the library would remain for her to come back to. Eventually, she settled on a few historical accounts, and after wrapping them in a gentle pink glow she carried them over to a table. There were a few other people seated at other seated at tables looking through the shelves, including one who seemed to be examining some kind of device rather than a book. She found the last one odd, and gave him a sidelong glance, but the person didn't seem to be doing anything wrong and Twilight saw no reason to bother him. For the most part though, it was as she remembered libraries to be: quiet.
A free table was easy enough to find, and once Twilight arrived at one she set the books down and her saddlebags to the side, before pulling out a wad of blank paper. Eager, and holding a pen at the ready in her magic, she began to read.
No, the problem that Twilight Sparkle faced was that a pony was apparently very uncommon thing. The Omniverse, and Coruscant in particular, seemed to be mostly populated by humans, or human-adjacent creatures. She got a lot of funny looks, and overheard a number of less-than-encouraging comments. There were even a few who mistook her for an animal that had somehow wandered in, though they were receptive enough to her explaining herself. Or maybe they were just so flabbergasted by what was to them a talking pack animal that they simply walked away.
All of that discomfort proved worth it when she got to the library itself, however. This was a magnificent place! It was a colossal building, and filled to the brim with knowledge and perspectives, form who knew how many different places! Granted, it seemed like Twilight wouldn't be allowed to see all of it even if she had the capacity, several sections were restricted. A shame, but presumably not without reason. She knew better than most how some books could be dangerous in unknowing hooves, or worse those with malicious intent. She strolled through the halls for a few minutes, looking around bright-eyed and smiling at the shelves, getting lost in a sense of nostalgia. While visually very different, the experience was similar to her discovery of the Canterlot library at the young age.
Eventually Twilight reminded herself that she did have a purpose here. It would certainly be important to get familiar with such a valuable resource such as the library, and that thought was in no way influenced by her desire to spend time in it, but she had another purpose here. She needed a sense of where she was, where several of her friends now were. This 'Omniverse' was a potentially very violent place, and it would pay to be prepared, to say nothing of how much could be learning from gathering of diverse cultures as could be found here.
There was a large number of books that caught Twilight's eyes, but she restrained herself. She only had so many writing materials with her, which meant she would have to prioritize. And besides, barring some great calamity the library would remain for her to come back to. Eventually, she settled on a few historical accounts, and after wrapping them in a gentle pink glow she carried them over to a table. There were a few other people seated at other seated at tables looking through the shelves, including one who seemed to be examining some kind of device rather than a book. She found the last one odd, and gave him a sidelong glance, but the person didn't seem to be doing anything wrong and Twilight saw no reason to bother him. For the most part though, it was as she remembered libraries to be: quiet.
A free table was easy enough to find, and once Twilight arrived at one she set the books down and her saddlebags to the side, before pulling out a wad of blank paper. Eager, and holding a pen at the ready in her magic, she began to read.