"Dolores... "
>Dolores rolled in her bed, bedsheets entangled somewhat uncomfortably between her legs. >"...MMmmmmm?" Dolores utterance lost all meaning in the dreariness of her just awoken mind. >She briefly raised a hoof to rub her eyes as she stretched and tried to pull herself together. >A brief glance to her window revealed that it was still night. The Equality Village was quiet and peaceful, at least from what she could tell from her limited from her window. >Why had she awoken? After all the work trying to repair ruined bridges and hurt dreams over the last couple of days she should have slept like a rock. >She had even gotten involved in the grunt work for cryin out loud! >Dolores cast her gaze half heartedly around her room, nothing was out of... >Dolores shot up from her bed. A strange, circular form greeted her eyes in the darkness of her bedroom. >It hovered silently in the middle of the room. Dolores instinctively froze in its presence, as one would often do in the ghost stories she would hear as a filly. >She could make out small dots upon it surface that appeared to form some sort of face. >A pancake? "Hello Dolores."
