She'd been watching, and she'd been doing so for a while. Just watching, unsure if she could really do anything. Fairly sure she could not, and so she merely watched. She was unsure if describing it as entertaining would be appropriate. It was entertainment in the more technical sense, in the sense that it kept her attention and engaged her interest, but it would have felt disrespectful to those involved to use a word that usually carried along connotations of a comedic nature or similar.
It did keep her interest though. Not merely because she lacked other alternatives to occupy her time, but outright because she did find it interesting. That was why she'd been watching, and she kept at it. She was interested in it. Interested in seeing how it would play out, interested in finding answers to the questions she had and new questions she didn't even know she would have. In a way it was exciting, in others it was something more than that. It was a desire to stick with things and see where they would end up. An attachment to those she watched and the lives they lived.
That was what had brought her there. In the heart of action and danger, though she would not be in any real danger herself. Much more than she couldn't do anything but watch, nothing around her could do anything to her. It all barely noticed she was there, if at all. She was like a ghost, watching without touching, invisible to the world. To most of the world. One guard had given her a distinct look and smiled, a guard she'd seen already and she knew the name of. And a mare had seemed to look in her direction too, but it was always hard to tell exactly where she was looking with her eyes.
Things looked somewhat dire, but she had hope. Though a few of the ponies there were still unconscious, none were seriously hurt yet. Of course she would not be hurt regardless, and whatever ended up happening she would be there to see it, but she cared about those around her. She cared about those she had been watching. That was why she watched in the first place. Not just mere curiosity at seeing what would come next, but genuine concern over what would happen to those she watched. Hopes things would go well for them, fears they wouldn't. Looking away would have felt like abandoning them, in a way, even if she wasn't truly there.
She had hope that the ponies there would make it through. She would be watching them. Cheering them on, even if they couldn't hear her. Would she try to help if things turned out bad? She wasn't sure she could. But maybe she would, though she hoped it would not be necessary. Either way, though she knew her presence and her watching to be largely inconsequential to the events themselves, those events were not inconsequential to her. And she would continue to watch them, and hope things would turn out eventually well.
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I am honored
If I could help, I would, in an instant. "hugs for the two pones aware" Really, I'm super-duper touched in a happy way I'll continue to show support, because this is awesome
How sweet.