A window into the adventurous pony's life.

As of now, she feels trapped in her current state of life, lacking specific direction, unsure as to what her future may hold, and uncertain of what she intends to do with herself. More excursions into the wild would be one thing, as it is her past time, her hobby, and something she's got quite a knack for.

But, without a much in the way of experience, academically or otherwise, beneath her belt, such thoughts weigh heavy on her mind. Like a cloud forever hanging over her, attempting to rain on her triumphs and victories. Adventuring was no sustainable way of life after all.

And this cloud - this... feeling, it has reflected itself within her environment. The state of her room is steadily being let go, from the laundry being left askew and simply tossed into an ever growing, to the pitiful effort to stock the drawers of her dresser. Her bed head as well, was starting to become extra scruffy and scraggly, more than it'd done so in the past.

The many things left that hadn't yet fallen into a state of disrepair were outside the boundaries of her quarters, extending into her small-sized home. And the few that hadn't yet fallen into disuse and care that were within at her bedsides: her armor, sword and dagger, and her end table.

Something had to give eventually. Herself, or her mood. One for worse, and the other for the better.

She certainly hoped for the latter, and hoped as well for a brighter future for herself.

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‣ Art by the ever-amazingly talented  milkandjuice!

‣ (Pony) Latch belongs to me (  feyro )