Obsidian continued working on her drawing, carving it into the bark of the tree with the black stones that… got dull rather quickly. No matter, she brought plenty from the labyrinth when she left.
Everypony was worried about her. She wasn’t stupid.
Even so, she made herself a promise. As long as she could finish her picture, she would be content with what she had done in her life.
No worries. No regrets. Just like mom.
She had to hurry, though. Every day, her magic got weaker. While she could use her hooves, they were constantly sore now.
Almost…