She didn’t like the moniker ‘shipper’. Shipping was something mailponies did. What she did was so much more subtle; a hint here, a nudge there. Most ponies weren’t even aware of her intentions; her meek demeanor making them forget to be suspicious.

Helping ponies find their true love was something that always filled her with joy, and dampened the pain she felt every day. Despite her considerable skill in bringing those meant to be, together; even she couldn’t make a mare with a professed love for stallions, change her mind about such things. No matter how much she wanted to.