What am I cooking? (teaser)

It was that kind afternoon for Diamond Tiara. The kind when she already did everything she had to do through the day, so she was allegedly free. But in her mind, she couldn't feel more trapped. She was close to her eighteenth birthday, and what should be the start of every possibility only felt like a door closing behind her back.

While it was true her mother had stopped pressing her as much as in her childhood since she started to stand up to her years ago, it didn't mean her other forms of control weren't there. Her final school year wasn't over yet, and Spoiled Rich had already arranged Tiara's enrollment in the Royal University of Canterlot. While the career itself was still an open choice for her, Tiara felt she barely had a say in her own life's decisions.

She brought that concern with her father as soon as the acceptance letter came in and she read it before her mother. Filthy Rich, always priding himself for putting reason first and foremost, called his wife and daughter so they could talk the issue through. Although Spoiled did admit having overstepped, she insisted she only had her daughter's best interests in mind. Hence why she left the career choice blank for Tiara to pick it as she may. After all, the Royal University was indeed vast in many ways, and almost any profession was taught under its crest. So, both parents, whatever their motivations may have been, ended up asking Tiara herself what did she wanted to do once outside of school.

That conversation happened almost a month ago. Yet, Diamond Tiara didn't know how to reply. While she did know her talent was for organizing and directing, she really didn't know what she wanted to apply either of those. Much less as the years passed, and she still couldn't find anything that picked her interest enough to be a life choice. So, now most of her spare time was spent asking herself the two big questions that many ponies asked themselves at her age.

Who was she? What did she want?

She wandered aimlessly through her family house, still thinking, still pondering. Without realizing, she had made it into the studio. It was a big room, very illuminated by a massive skylight. Its many shelves were equipped with a wide array of artistic supplies for different disciplines. Scattered through the studio, there were many pieces mounted in different states of completion.

Despite Spoiled Rich’s talent for business, she took great pride in her crafting, spending her spare time doing almost any kind of piece. Ever since Tiara could remember, her mother was working on a project, usually clay statues and oil paintings. Sometimes it would be a weekend, and others it would take months of obsession until Spoiled declared it finished and put to adorn their mansion or sent to a family friend.

Tiara had tried her hoof at some arts a couple of times. She happened to have her father’s eye for detail and her mother’s steady foreleg. But she never really felt too much inspiration to do more than imitation of other famous works for reference. In a way, it made her think about her career choice once again. As if, no matter how good or bad she was at something, nothing really moved her. Tiara felt overwhelmed by it. She needed to hide from the afternoon’s warm sun and sulk in peace at her own inability to move on with life.

This was a page in g-docs that took me the week. Also, when reducing Diamond Tiara's name to a single word, do you guys use 'Diamond' or 'Tiara'? I used Diamond in the past, but I've seen it more often as Tiara. But it kinda sounds like a last name, like Flanders or Skinner.