Frequency of Despair

Grace woke up from her bed, having much more of a feast than usual last night. Rays of light shoots through her window. She lifted her blanket off, ready to spend the weekend before the play. She planned to go to Rumble's house and pursue a relationship with him and Archer.

She twirled her way to her bathroom. She stared at the mirror, reflecting how she's acting when her spectre instincts took over. Her life was quite chaotic overall because of it. Aside from her genuine attraction to Rumble, along with her girlfriend Archer, there's also a practical reason for the engagement. Namely, to control her bursts of insanity at night due to lack of food and her spectre side's instincts.

She stared at the mirror, noticing a pink mark on her chest. It takes the form of a stylized, pink heart. It also has a barely noticeable glow that only a keen eye would notice at all. It wasn't long before memories of last night finally began to resurface, how much she hurts others, but hopefully those days are behind her.

The cheerful blue mare was preparing to be in the royal guard. She was at the firing range with her more lethal variety of arrows and her custom crossbow. Various reports of creatures, ranging from what she discovered is Scootaloo (now named Grace Dancer), and some kind of painter turning folks into paintings for some reason. But anyways, she's having a date with the hybrid spectre she encountered last night, and considering her history, would end up bedding her.

She shot one of the bulls-eyes on the firing range. Then a head of a dummy was shot down just a second after. Then another target, this time a hay bale, was knocked down with a noticeable arrow sticking out of it. She then shoots down a five dummies that were moving around due to various mechanisms installed in the room. With a single shot. She then shot three dummies and then two more in a similar manner to the first five.

She then puts her crossbow away on a rack with various other crossbows. She then picks up a regular bow from the same rack. In about an hour she reset the entire course and redone everything. She re-positioned the stationary targets and pulled put the bolts out of them, the wall, and the dummies. It was the same as before, except she got a surprise as she shot all 10 dummies with one shot. Rather impressive feat, even for her.

Grace had cleaned her mess of a mane caused by last night. She then puts on her signature purple scarf, making sure to cover up the glowing mark. She then used a purple, heart-shaped hair clip to make her long mane into a pony tail. Ready to have some kind of calm after the storm,  she planned to have a date with archer today. Hopefully she didn't know or has forgiven her as that bestial form.

She picked up her saddle with various items in it, including a basic ballerina dress, combat knife for protection, and various foldable swords, most which are serrated. She then flew out of the room, picking up a dark bluish-green gardener's hat with a black rose on it as she flew out. She was going to the new restaurant "Daisy Queen". It's gonna be a day of changes for her. Lots of changes...many, many changes...