The night was her friend, an aloof friend that she had a pact with; it would surround her in darkness aside from the lights stars and the moon hanging in the sky, and she would light the way for those confused on life. She would be a beacon for those who needed questions, answered. The light in the darkness. Standing with her many lightbeads glowing ominously in the night's umbra. Her lantern laying on the floor beneath her hooves comfortably.
At most times others think she is sleeping with her eyes open, but Labyrinth stands there in a world of her own. Her mind bustled with worlds upon worlds of stories and thoughts. She waited for people to make eir way to her; and waiting sometimes can get boring.. But she was usually this way. A neutrality in some ways was in her heart. She was an agent for the good and lawful parts of life. But she herself was neutral; in all honesty. Her field of work called for someone to be neutral. Sometimes the good or lawful path of someone's life came with very hard choices; choices that could potentially kill their inner hearts. Life wasn't made to be easy; it was made to be difficult. That was why she was life's agent.
So to herself she stood like a knight awaiting a charge.
