You were slumped against Twilight as you run markers over the page and make doodles. You were supposed to be highlighting, but Twilight wasn’t going to make you - not after what happened.

She was trying to distract you after you got overwhelmed and started crying when she was helping you study. Your artwork was too cute, and she was willing to let you draw in her books if it meant you were happy.

“What’s that one?” She asks, pointing to a sketch on the top of the page.