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I will be working on a part 2, where I'll deal her gift in more detail for those of you who feel this was a bit rushed. This is serving as an overlay for [he aforementioned part 2.

Obsidian was the only daughter of a lonely grave digger, he was a kind old soul; the stallion was dark blue, the color of a Sapphire stone with a mane and tail the color of a fresh cut Ruby. He was about about to pass on but he knew that his daughter was forever stuck in the grave digging business unless he did something to steer her a new course. He had been putting bits in a private trust fund to hopefully send Obsidian to school to finish her education.
Her cutie mark wasn't fit for digging graves; her cutie mark was a pair of angels wings enveloping a cracked heart. He figured since the day she got it she was meant to be a comforter of some sort.