Born and raised in Canterlot, I'm a unicorn of high prestige. But, my mother shuns me despite not letting me go for the pegusi blood in my veins. She calls me the family embarrassment for my too fluffy fur, slightly unmatching colors, not long enough horn, and my ridiculous cutie mark. I try to escape, but it seems that she's everywhere, tightening the metaphorical leash on me. Can I make it out? Or am I doomed to have permanent wing envy?