There was a veritable list of things to compare it to, a list of things to memorize about it, a list of things to study about it. A list of things to do. But the scroll floated in midair, surrounded by the warm pink glow, immoving, unaltered. Meanwhile, she sat and stared out the window.
She hadn't noticed before what a nice town Ponyville was. It was small enough that everypony knew each other, and it was small enough that anypony could move in and be welcome. It was a strangely isolated place, but it held an air of necessity, like it was permanent, like it would forever be unchanged. Just like the scroll.
She caught the hoofstep behind her long before she felt the hooves wrap delicately around her chest and the soft lips against her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment, and let the scroll fall to the floor.
"Go back to bed," she said quietly.
"It's about eleven," he replied, in the same tone, and kissed her lightly again.
"Still. I thought you said you were tired."
He paused. "Well, I couldn't miss our second anniversary."
She felt the familiar half-amused smile find its way onto her face. "That's tomorrow."
"Mm. Happy almost-second-anniversary."
He tried, at least. He'd tried from the beginning, when he had to ask her out no less than six times over the course of a few weeks before she finally gave in. He'd tried when they were getting settled as a 'couple', trying to change for her, but it didn't work. She didn't mind.
"Watcha doin'?"
"I'm..." she trailed off, the very notion of the storm slipping her mind until she glanced back down at the scroll. "I'm supposed to take notes on the storm."
"Oh, that's today." He rested his head on her shoulder for a few moments. "It's quiet."
"Yeah."
The hum grew louder for a moment, and fell back down. She dipped a pen in ink with her magic quickly and jotted that down. The hum seems to deviate in v
She was suddenly taken back, literally, from the scroll, and brought tightly into his forelegs, her head against his chest. She wanted to pull away, get back to her work, but she couldn't - she simply didn't want to. She was away from it, and that was fine. After a moment, she nuzzled gently into his chest and sighed quietly. She was... safe. In turn, she wrapped her forelegs around him as well, pulling him as close as she could.
After a few long minutes, she moved to sit up, and kissed him gently once, twice. He did something, ran his hoof along hers in a certain way, that always made her want to kiss him again. Clever, really. She looked into his eyes as he looked away briefly. They were caring, but they rarely knew how to properly carry that out. Sometimes he couldn't manage her intelligence, or her skills, or her want for order, but he was always trying.
It made her think, suddenly, heavily. She wanted to live with him for a long while. He cared, she knew it - what more was there that she needed to solidify what they had? Maybe she could... maybe he...
It was just the storm talking, right? Yeah.
He looked down at her. "Do you want to... go out, maybe?"
She smiled, the half-amusement developing into simple contentment. "I do."
They ran through the silence down to the hills by the train station, and laid there alone, watching the rain fall from below, until there was no more rain to watch.