I found Inkyarn collapsed beside the road about a mile out of Ponyville. Her breathing was labored and sweat poured down her face. Her cheery purple coat was matted and grime coated, her beautiful blue and black mane was caked in mud. I dragged her to Ponyville and left her at the hospital. Little did I know that I was dropping her into a rut from which she would never escape. Now she's stuck in Ponyville and every time she thinks of leaving, something new comes around to drop her back into the town. It's funny really, how unintentional it all is. Inkyarn's happening upon Ponyville, my happening upon her and her utter inability to actually leave the village.