Dash would never forgive purple smart, because she finally crossed that line that could never be uncrossed.
She was learning.
With every book placed, with every cover dusted off and checked, Dash found herself noticing a pattern. She started to guess where the books could be, and where she could probably figure they would go in shelves. She noticed the numbers that were labeled on the sides of the spines, which was the correct term, oh Faust help her, and remembered where the other books sat.
She officially hated purple smart. She wanted her pound of flesh, she wanted her vengeance, and she wanted to at least get a snack break or something, because she was starving and she didn't even eat this morning before getting trapped in this hell of paper and ink.
There was absolutely nothing purple smart could do to make this up to her. She was her enemy for life.
"Twilight? Are you here?"
Dash's ear quirked a bit at the voice, but she paid it no mind. She knew where this book on magical fields went, which was already a frustrating enough activity, never mind having to see what other fresh hells that purple smart could dredge up from the depths of the abyss.
"Oh, Princess, I was just-"
"Oh my. I... Twilight... Did you make... a friend?"
Dash spun wildly around at that, and saw something she never expected in Purple Smart's entryway.
The Princess.
It was completely unexpected. Completely insane. Heck, it was so off that Dash actually bit the side of her cheek to see if she hadn't somehow fallen into a ink fueled delusional state. But no, she wasn't, and yes, that was the Princess.
"Uh, I-"
Purple smart, or apparently Twilight, seemed rather shocked herself, but less at the fact that the Princess was sitting in her doorway, and more that half the books in the tower seemed to be placed firmly on the floor.
"Twilight. I am so... proud of you."
Both Dash and Twilight responded at the same time in the exact same way.
"Huh?"