Octavia dyes her marefriend's mane.

I am the night. Ego sum nocte. I am the bleakness of the cold, the uncertainty of dark’s shield, all that is fear and mystery. I am enchantingly elegant. I do not belong here. Here is for the bleak starkness of day. I am not the day, I am the night. I shouldn’t be here, but I did things I shouldn’t’ve. Nobody really knows me. Nobody knows how I feel. Nobody understands. They don’t let me have my darkness here. Vivo ego in tenebris. Without the dark, I cannot live, but here it is replaced with light.

Sequel/Side-story to Princessy
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My name is Celeste and I am eleven years old. I like sunshine and winter and glitter and cotton candy and fairy tales. I live with my little sister Luna and I am the queen of Equestria. I’m not really the queen right now. I have to wait until I am fifteen years old. Luna and I are princesses and we get to dress up and run around the castle but sometimes I wish I was normal. Right now my uncle Dizzy is the king because my parents are dead.