There was silence, nothing but the sounds of crickets, the wind in the trees, and Spike's snoring as Twilight Sparkle lay in her bed, curled up with a book. Her eyes followed the words. Syllable by syllable, line by line, page by page. However, her mind did very little to process what her eyes were taking in.
Her thoughts were elsewhere. She could not stop worrying about Rainbow Dash, and what she had confessed earlier that day.
"A boy? A colt? How could anypony born a mare feel that way?" Twilight thought, trying to come up with anything at all to explain why her friend seemed so tormented.
She let out a heavy sigh, and closed her book, which by then was going completely unnoticed anyway.
It hurt, knowing such a dear friend was in so much pain. Even worse was the fact this friend had confided in her only to be met with absolute ignorance, and not a single thing to say which could have made her feel even slightly better.
She let out another sigh, to which a still unconscious Spike replied via a belch, which in turn produced a plume of smoke and green fire.
The scroll fell from the air, landing just in front of Twilight.
"A reply? At this hour?" She half-whispered, half-thought to herself, her hooves already at work unrolling the scroll.
She cleared her throat, but began reading to herself as not to wake Spike.
Dear Twilight Sparkle,
I apologize for my slow reply considering the difficult circumstance your friend is in. However, you have no need to worry. Rainbow Dash is perfectly healthy, and is not stricken with any sort of ailment. What plagues him is a genuine need to live his life as a colt as opposed to a mare as he was born. In my years I have come across other ponies with the same problem a number of times.
This problem he has is not something which can be dealt with easily, but it is possible. Please, let Rainbow Dash know I am able and willing to help him. He is free to visit me in Canterlot at any time.
Twilight read over the scroll a number of times, feeling it necessary to prove such a reply from The Princess even existed.
"This must be serious," she thought, "I need to find Dash and let her know there is something she can do somepony who can help her."
Twilight Sparkle lay awake for a few more hours before drifting off to sleep. The wording The Princess had used to describe her friend had sparked a plethora of thought and worry which prevented her from sleeping with any notion of comfort, or ease.
Alone in the sky, the pony with rainbow hair lay curled up on a cloud drifting above Ponyville, quietly crying herself to sleep. She let go of her dreams as the waking world gently let go of her.