I call her Misty Wip. She and her family own a travelling circus wherein they train and breed mythical creatures. Misty, in particular, hopes to take over the business soon, as she sees her father’s slow decent into madness. He’s been going crazy from being exposed to so many magical critters that he’s gone from the sweet, caring father she once knew to a monster of a pony that shows zero empathy toward the circus’s creatures and treats them as slave labor rather than respected friends. Here’s hoping she succeeds…