Sometimes life hands you a rough hand of cards.
This was a fact of life that Keystone was well acquainted and quite knowledgeable about. Sometimes, despite your best efforts, despite all action on your part, reality itself conspires and sees fit to throw some decidedly sour cards at you.
And sometimes - sometimes - reality sees fit to simply skip right by the rough hands, right by the sour cards, and present you with something so mindbuggeringly frustrating that you're left wondering which deity you've managed to make hate you.
Thus was the situation facing Keystone.
As the only pegasus employee of the lock shop he presently called home, Key often found himself in the decidedly unenviable position of being the go-to pony to conduct service calls in areas beset on all sides by difficult to traverse terrain, at the most irritating hours imaginable, and - in this current case - the most irritating weather imaginable.
Keystone had no illusions as to his ability as a flier. He wasn't a trickster, nor particularly athletic; he could fly further than most Earth ponies and unicorns could comfortably travel, but that was assuming ideal conditions, which he most decidedly did not find himself in presently: flying over a forest, soaked to the bone by utterly obnoxious amounts of rain, being thrown around by asinine gusts of wind, with more than a few bolts of lightning thrown in here and there for a bit of added spice.
It was, if he were to be completely honest with himself, a situation that was quite above his pay grade. It was also a situation, he decided, lightning struck not terribly far in front of him, that he wasn't going to deal with - underpaying job be damned.
His original idea was to try and find some sort of cave or crevice to cower in until the worst of the weather was over with, but that idea was set to the immediately as he caught sight of something far more appealing - a lit structure. Signs of civilization, of life.
He altered his trajectory toward the strangely isolated structure immediately and without a second thought. He didn't know what to expect from the sort of pony that would live so far out in the middle of nowhere, but if there was even a chance that the owner might be gracious enough to provide a roof for at least a short while, he would take it.
And so, with a landing that was quite a bit harder and less controlled than he would have liked, Keystone descended - stopping only when he collided head-first with the wall just adjacent to the structure's front door.