Petunia Petals stood at the entrance of the Hope Hollow library, her curly lavender mane bouncing slightly as she adjusted her mint-green headband. The warm, golden glow of the morning sun bathed the town square, highlighting the faded colors of the once-vibrant village. She glanced at the small flower shop across the street, its window boxes bursting with blossoms she had carefully tended earlier that week. Today was going to be busy—just how she liked it. Balancing a stack of books in one hoof, Petunia let out a soft hum as she used her other hoof to push the library door open. Inside, the familiar scent of aged paper and fresh ink greeted her. She had spent countless mornings here, cataloging new arrivals and reorganizing shelves for the townsponies. Petunia placed the books on the counter and began tidying up the library, making sure everything was perfect. She set out a plate of freshly baked muffins on the central reading table—her own recipe, of course. Being the librarian, hotel manager, and occasional baker meant she had learned to juggle a lot, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Helping others made her feel alive. As she straightened the last chair, she heard the faint sound of hoofsteps outside. She trotted to the door, opening it with a welcoming smile. “Good morning! You must be new to Hope Hollow. I’m Petunia Petals—librarian, historian, and a little bit of everything else around here. How can I help you today?”