She sometimes had this irresistible urge. The urge to hug somepony close to her heart. Doctors called it ‘Separation anxiety’.

As far as she knew, she hadn’t had any problems— well, not many problems after she first moved to the castle. But today, studying in the library she called home she felt that urge again.

Her friends wouldn’t turn her away, but they weren’t an option, she needed somepony specific.

What used to be hard, now took but a thought, leaving her in an entirely different room.
She hugged the unprotesting white mare tightly, it hadn’t been surprising for years.