I’m home now. Miriam is with me. Sweet Celestia, it feels like forever since I've seen it.
At the very least, besides the blown out windows and a few bullet holes, the building seems intact. I’ve been trying to set things up to make Miriam comfortable, but it’s difficult to figure out how much I can do without Adze, my landlord. I don’t know if he’s dead or fled. Until I know, I’m limited in what I can do to make things comfortable for her. I’m assuming he’d allow me to extend my garden of grasses to feed Miriam, but it’s kind of moot because winter. Until then, I’ll have to pick up any hay bales that can be spared. I’ll also need to figure out where she can sleep besides curled up under a bunch of blankets on the front porch.
Still, Miriam seems content enough considering the situation. But she’s just been so quiet the last two weeks. I don’t really know how much of a toll losing her herd had on her.
Ugh, here I am worried about Miriam when… that happened in the town square. I’m still sickened by it. I can’t bring myself to write about it right now. I’ll just say:
Fuck those Tartarus damned Changelings, fuck Whore Queen Chrysalis and may Celestia smite you down ‘Administrator’ Coccyx!
(Thank you Appendix of Animal Anatomy for knowing how to spell that)