On The Right Track, A Maneia Short
“I think I've changed my mind,” Maneia whimpered, sweating profusely. Wriggling, the blue mare struggled against the painfully tight ropes binding her forehooves and midsection. Flipping her mane out-of-the-way, her pupils shrank as her eyes traced the far stretching iron rails. “This isn't fun any more.”
With a slight smile turning the corners of her mouth, Nocturna placed a gentle hoof against Maneia's cheek, and tenderly turned the mare the face her. “Calm yourself. I'll be right beside you.” Stepping off the tracks and taking several steps back, Nocturna's ears perked as a far off whistle echoed across the grassy field.
Upon hearing the noise, Maneia began thrashing violently, desperately trying to roll her body off uncomfortable metal. “It's not where you're going to be that concerns me!”
“Now, now,” The necromantic unicorn soothed while forcibl