"No doubt about it Spike; there's definitely something strange going on at that school."
From behind her Spike lifted his muzzle up from his bowl of bone-shaped kibble and barked several times in response, stubby tail wagging back and forth. When she didn't say anything else he lowered his head back down and returned to busily eating.
Twilight Sparkle nudged her glasses back up her nose as she intently gazed at the cork board in front of her. Tacked or taped to it were quite a few photos, graphs, charts and readouts, and even a small prism. Along with all of that were a hefty sprinkling of yellow pushpins, all of them connected by what appeared to be a haphazard connection of thick red yarn.
But appearances could be deceiving.
Dead-center of the cork board –and, not-so-incidentally, pinned to the board by the exact middle pushpin- was a photograph of the school in question. That school. The one that every cord originated from, radiating outwards like the spokes of a wheel.
And a school which Twilight was extremely familiar with.
After all, she'd attended it once.
