Twilight shook her head with fervor; being ridiculed by the friendship problem on standby would advance nothing. Instead, she cantered away from the throne room, unable to withstand another second of being bullied by inanimate objects. She then headed toward the safest haven she could think of: The library. Yes, over there, she could bask in the safety of her books, clutching onto them like dolls. It was the most effective way of seeking any form of comfort after these precarious days of travelling, orating, sleuthing, fighting, realizing, enduring, and, of course, crying. A safe space that could help her reset. Hopefully...