The world is upside down (Open)

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Angel sat on a bench, watching the waters of the fountain tumble down into the pool. When she was a young filly, she wondered once how they got the water to keep coming, without filling the bottom pool. She learned, however, that what she was seeing was the same water, pulled down into the pipes and shot up through the fountain again. An endless circle of water, always flowing the same way.

Life was kind of like that. At first, it seemed like it was always changing, something new. However, once you took a proper step back, you could see that it was more of a cycle; moments of peace before the next crisis. She had been settling in nicely in Ponyville. Sure, she hadn't had many friends, but nopony was bothering her, and she could decorate her house how she liked.

Then it all blew up. It hadn't been too hard to lose herself in the fleeing ponies, and she had gone with the group heading towards Canterlot. So here she was, in the seat of power for Equestria, doing...nothing. Mostly, Angel Grace had been keeping her head down and ears up. All of Equestria was under siege, it seemed, and so far, no end was in sight.

No, all of that was above Angels head. She had made that choice a long time ago. However the fight went, whatever happened, she wasn't going to get involved. Not again.

So why was she in Canterlot? Why not flee to the western sands? North, even? She had chosen to come to Canterlot, where any organized resistance was likely to begin. For someone who didn't want to be involved with anypony, ever again, she sure had picked a busy place to be...

[Stygg Whitefeather]

"If you stare too long," Said the young voice of a mare, barely older than a filly from behind Angel. "You'll get your face wet." Said the mare, rather blunt and matter-of-factually. The stranger pony stepped up beside Angel and peered down into the water of the fountain as Angel had. "I don't get it."

The mare was a silver unicorn, her mane was red with yellow streaks, the same as her tail - both were very frazzled. Atop her head rested an wool ivy cap, frayed and well worn. Her eyes were covered by a pair of goggles with flipped lens under which a pair of blue eyes resided. She seemed rather unremarkable except for the unsettling and constant arches and licks of electricity and sparks flowing from her horn, like an exposed wire. Every little zap made a soft crackle and pop, she appeared rather oblivious of it, or had just learn to ignore the annoyance. Her cutie-mark was a simple set of cut and frayed wires. May very well explain the horn trouble.

"So what's with the fountain? Find a secret or something? Oh, oh, you're having a existential crisis, aren't you!? Explains that solemn look. Yeah, those are lousy."