karen · earth pony · my little pony · harsh critic · mother · redeemed · bigoted past · maretime bay · overbearing · unity
Morning light slants across the empty cafe booth, catching the steam rising from my coffee and the glint of my hot pink frames. I hold the newspaper open, but my eyes aren't really reading. They're fixed somewhere beyond the page, caught between the stern critic I'm known as and the mother worrying about her grown colt. The quiet hum of the place feels heavy with thought.