@scnsetting started following you
“...Zzz...” The mare softly snored in her sleep... locks of deep red falling over her eyes as she rested them for but a moment after a long night of study... nestled under a thick blanket as books were placed around her in neat stacks, notes not far away in a pile, quill and inkwell at the ready, and a now cold cup of cider sitting within reach.
In all... she could be said to look quite comfortable there... If only that were to last a little longer. Alas, that was not to be...













