Within the silent halls of the library the silence was gently parted by the soft humming and occasional clip clop of hooves on stone. Upon the rarely seen ground floor of this place, a mare, Amberlue, dances. She wears a stunning dress crafted by the guardian of this library with spider silk, but this is not just a simple weave, the Librarian enchanted the silk to glow softly with an ethereal light. Seeing Amberlue daintily dancing about the silent rows of books, one might think she was a ghost, dwelling here for all of time. But she is very real, as is the dress she wears, a gift from the Librarian, the great guardian that watches over and protects this timeless archive. Most are not tolerated by the Librarian for their likeliness to steal books from this place, but Amberlue is a special case, a very special case.