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Violetta had always loved to read. In some manner or form, her entire life had been devoted to reading. As a young filly, she'd been reading for her magic studies. Her parents were more magically inclined than others and she, the only daughter between them, was expected to carry on their legacy. As a result, reading and magical practices had been a big part of her foalhood experiences. In fact, when she was younger, she didn't think that there was such a thing as fictional stories. She only thought there were textbooks or magic books. Books to study from. The idea that there were books to read from, not to learn out of, but to read just for fun seemed like an imagined concept. That was, until one of her well-meaning aunts had to foalsit her and took her to a bookstore for the first time.
Since that encounter, Violetta had started reading double-time. She consumed fictional books - especially ones of fantasy or romance - as easily as breathing. She still kept up with her studies and attended the school her parents wished her to. She got excellent scores on tests, but instead of becoming a great magician when she graduated... Violetta moved to Drizzletown. She bought her own rickety place and started filling it with what she loved the most: books. When she was done with a book, she'd sell it to passerby if they were interested or trade them for a book she hadn't read yet. With so many textbooks from her schooling years, she did a lot of selling and trading early on. It wasn't until some years later that she realized that the building she lived in - rundown and rickety on the outside, but a warm cozy home within - had become a bookstore, in its own right. It wasn't as big as other bookstores and perhaps the holes in the roof, leaking water into cups and saucers at the right angle was a little unusual, but it surely had the most variety. Violetta loved it.
She had lived there for five years this fall. She no longer spoke with her parents, but she found that she didn't miss them. She could spend hours a day with her muzzle stuck in a book. In fact, she was in that very position right now. She was catching up on a romantic novel from a favorite series of hers. A bold princess and a shy, demure prince. A classic taken with a twist of personalities, for usually it was the princess who was soft spoken. The soft prince had been sent out to rescue this fair maiden from an evil sorcerer... only to find the said princess to be the sorcerer herself! Enemies at first, their love grew out of a mutual desire to be accepted for who they were... and finding it in one another.
"What I'd give to be a bold, beautiful sorcerer... oh wait." Violetta laughed, realizing she already had that in part figured out. "I suppose now I just need to find some manner of prince... as though one would just walk into the shop and bring out a ring." She scoffed at the idea, placing a bookmark in her novel. She closed the book. No... such a thing hadn't yet occurred and as maidens or princesses or what have you tended to be young heroines just out of their schooling... She was beginning to suspect her prince wasn't going to appear anything soon... or ever. @Niyaru