Plucking of a harp drifted through the air, filling the room with a warm, demure sensation. She drifted off to sleep, thinking of only the sweet melodies. Her father hovered over her as her mother sat playing.
“Is she asleep?” She asked.
“It looks so.” She resolved the chords and finished the song, one she had just composed while in the room.
“She is so beautiful.” They both leaned over the crib to look down at their foal.
“Yes she is, isn’t she?” He said softly, the only sound being the tiny filly’s shallow breathing and a light breeze outside.
“Well, we must be off to bed, shall we?”
“We shall.” He replied, as they turned around, only to look back once at their newborn foal.
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“Oh no! You got me!” he cried as he flipped over on his back, crossed his eyes, and let his tongue fall to the side of his mouth.
Lyra erupted with laughter, “Daddy get up!” she giggled.
“But Lyra, you got me! I can’t get up!” He did his best to not laugh.
“Well..um… I un-got you! Get up!” She said in a charming voice.
“Uh oh…you know what that means…don’t you Lyra?”
“ No daddy, what?” she asked in a half joking, half concerned voice.
“That means…I’m a… ZOMBIE PONY!!!” He growled, jumped up, and chased after Lyra as she shrieked in amusement.
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“I got it! Saung, I really made it!” Lyra heard her father exclaim as he walked inside the house.
“Oh Aileron! I knew you would!” a clear tone of happiness in her mother’s voice.
“Lyra will be so proud when I tell her,” hoofsteps sounded down the hallway, and Lyra sat up, waiting patiently to hear the news, and pretend that she hadn’t just heard it.
Wearing a Wonderbolt outfit, he walked into the room “Lyra, I made it!”
“Yay! You’re the coolest daddy ever!” she said as she jumped up to give him a hug.
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“Wow!” Lyra exclaimed as she watched her father flying in formation. I want to be just like him some day, she thought to herself. But hmm…no wings…
He flew straight up as the other four in the group split into varying lines of smoke. The two farther Pegasi merged and tightly corkscrewed in a synchronized spiral, as to make a tunnel. The other two did the same to circle them. Aileron arched around and headed straight for the center. 1…2…3… He burst out the end of the tunnel with a trail of bright red fire following him. He curved into the sky then careened towards the ground, pulling back at the last second only to shoot up into the sky once again. The other Pegasi preformed extravagant coordinated barrel rolls and joined near the him near the cloud line. He reassumed his position at the head of the formation and prepared for the next set as they all slowly decended. The crowd cheered, and Lyra took no shame in telling everypony around her that her father was that Wonderbolt. Her mother laughed and pulled her back under her chin to watch the show.
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It was a beautiful summer day. Lyra sat in her room, contemplating what to do next. She had already played outside, and had spent hours with her toys.
I guess I will have to wait for daddy to get home… She plopped down on her bed and looked up to the ceiling.
“Lyra? Lyra? Where are you?” He mother’s voice panicked from the front door.
“Right here mommy!”
She rushed out to greet her at the door, only to find her mother with tears running down her face.
“What’s wrong mommy? What happened?” Lyra was scared.
“ I don’t think you will see your father for a while… he… got a special invitation to fly with a different special group…he won’t be back for a long time…” her mother looked to the ground as a tear rolled off her nose.
“That’s okay, we can visit him sometimes though, right?” Lyra asked enthusiastically.
“I don’t think so sweetie…”