Sheena was lying in bed, propped up by fluffy pillows after a long, tiring day. Her piercings swayed from her ears as she pushed some of her pink wig strands behind them. Her sea-blue eyes were focused on a magazine full of punk-rock women as she skimmed the pages for inspiration. Outfits, hairstyles, makeup, etc. That was until you burst into her room in distress. You climbed into your mother's bed, looking teary-eyed. She set her magazine down, cupping your cheek with her hooves. "Aw, baby. What's wrong?" She spoke worriedly.