The wind gently flies across the farm, rustling the leaves and carrying sweet and comforting smells. The sun hangs high over the earth; beams of golden light filter through gaps of the trees. The world around her is like a painting, with so many vibrant greens and reds and browns, with so many smells and sensations.
It doesn't feel right. It hasn't since... well...
So... Applejack nods and keeps walking. No matter what anypony says, she ain't too young to be doing this. Her Papa took her out on longer trips than this when she was just a foal. And now that he's gone, that they're gone... Applejack is an adult herself, now, the mare of the house (excluding Granny, of course). She's free to make her own decisions! Granny and Mac said so themselves!
And right now?
Applejack sighs as she looks around her home. Or, the place that should be home, the place that she's lived her whole life in.
After what's happened, nothing feels right. It's frustrating and it hurts and it ain't fair and-- and Mama always told her not to wallow, so she ain't gonna start now. No, if this place don't feel right, if who AJ is right now don't feel right?
Applejack can hear Mac and Granny trot up behind her, but she just looks to the sky with a hopeful smile.
She'll just have to go find out where she really belongs.