She wandered the streets, the tall buildings and high roads of Manehatten to her right. The much smaller, sparser houses and dwellings were to her left, and beyond them were the sweeping grass fields of the island, bathed a silvery blue in the light of Luna's moon. Her head was a mess – it had been for a long while now. She shook it and then rubbed down the front of her mane. She'd been meaning to have it cut so she'd have less of a case of helmet mane to worry about, but she'd been neglecting it for a while now. Just like a lot of other things that had slipped her mind.