With a soft smile, she watched from her cottage as a rainbow contrail rent the overcast sky in twain. After a month of rain and gloom, it was time to let the sun shine through again. Her wings fluttered a little at the sight, but she did not move.
Teeth bared in a fierce grin, she tore through the clouds over Ponyville, slowing only for a moment when she neared the edge of the forest, scanning for the familiar landmark. She found it quickly, grinned wider still, and waved.
The figure in the window waved back.