Scritch-scritch-scritch
The sound of a quill was the only sound in the library, save for the breathing of the mare behind it. The mare had drawn the blinds to the sun outside, the only light in the room being that of a small lamp next to her, sending a flickering yellow flame upwards. The mare wasn’t worried about her house catching fire, it had already been protected against such an eventuality several times before.
And even if the worst came to the worst, her… friend would be able to find help sufficiently quickly.
She was still her friend right? After this, after what she asked?
Scritch-scritch-scritch
Of course she was, she was just… a better friend than before, that was right wasn’t it?
But that meant she was prioritising her friends, that wasn’t right, she was almost certainly sure about it…
Scritch-scritch-scritch
So what was it then?
The mare still hoped that they were… friends, but why did her stomach lurch uncomfortably whenever she even thought of being… just friends.
What was it that she’d called it before?
Being her special somepony?
That seemed more… fitting, but again, her mind rebelled. None of her friends were more special than the others, they were all equally brilliant in their own unique way.
Scritch-scritch-scri-
Her quill snapped.
The mare let out an explosive sigh, her head sinking as she realised just how caught up she’d become in her thoughts again.
A few moments later though, she felt a tap on her back.
She turned around and saw her… friend, holding a cerulean feather in her smiling mouth.
Twilight Sparkle smiled and took the feather from Rainbow Dash.
Screw thinking, she really was special.