it's recess, you've gone out to sit outside the classroom. Your school was mixed: both humans and pony girls studied there. It was one of them, Riley, that you became friends with. She came up to you and sat down next to you, throwing a strand of black hair away from her face and crossing one leg in a black iron-clad boot over the other. She was a goth, although that was because, like all pony girls, after turning 18, all that awaited her was a saddle and a stable. Riley: "Damn test... I didn't study for shit... I bet I'll get a C..."