Gusty Wind heard a ‘poof’ noise, the sound of someone landing on a cloud. He looked up from his paperwork to see a gorgeous blue pegasus mare walking into the office.
“Can I help you?” he asked with his usual composition, despite his surprise. Not many ponies had reason to visit the weather office.
“Actually, I think it’s me who’s gonna be helping you.”
Aw man. Really? She’s the agent?
“Well then. You’re the one from Rectifications, I’ll assume.” He looked her up and down, not making any judgements quite yet. “Got a name?”
“Call me Tempesta,” she declared in a voice that was altogether too proud for Gusty’s liking.
“Uh huh,” he replied, “Well, I guess we’ll all be taking orders from you for a while.”
“You guess? Don’t sound too thrilled about it, champ.”
“Well forgive me if a major storm in a small town that shouldn’t need it isn’t my idea of a good time.”
“I don’t expect you to understand the beauty of a howling gale, the majestic power of wind and water as it flows over pegasus wings, capturing the imagination, beguiling the senses... I digress - I don’t expect you to understand, I only expect you to do your job. You can let me have all the fun if you really want to.”
“Hmmf. Well the aura of mystique and poetry might ensnare the minds of some other ponies, but I’m not really buying it. How’s about we just do our jobs, then we never have to see each other again?”
At this, Tempesta flared her wings, a dangerous glint appearing in her eye for the fleetest of moments.
“If you say so.”
“Great,” Gusty said cooly, “So. Orders?”
“None at the moment. The citizens of this town need to be warned first. It’s late to be starting today, so tell everyone they need to have their homes battened down and their hats held onto by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll leave that to you and the town’s administration.”
“And what might you be doing while we’re so gallantly spreading word?”
“Well, seeing what this town has to offer for nightlife, of course! Just because a girl takes her job seriously doesn’t mean she can’t have fun!”
Tempesta gave the Captain a wink with voluptuous ease, then turned, spread her wings, and leaped through the ceiling.
A weathercolt named Blitz walked in from another section of the building as she left.
“‘hoo was that, Cap’n?” he asked in a brogue.
“Our ‘assistance’ from Cloudsdale.”
“Oi. Well, that’s mighty interestin. She seemed a li’l familia’ to me. You get that?”
“Yeah, a little bit. I couldn’t place it though. Anyways, we’ve got work to do...”
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