Your gaze falls to the battlefield upon which your slumbering warrior lay. Cyan feathers and loosened fibers of rainbow hair evenly dot the patchwork of darkened stains that covered over half of the mattress’s surface area. The mare, situated at one end of the debris field looked appropriately like she’d crashed there with how carelessly her limbs had settled. Her mane lacks any real separation of colors, and her tail looked like it had just been hosed down.