Rush.
That's the best word to describe what Wind Walker felt when he flew. The rush of wind against his face, and through his hair. The rush of adrenaline as he soared high above his natural habitat on the ground. The rush of his senses as every single perception seemed to be amplified ten fold. And of course, the rush to his ego as he heard the oohs, ahs, and cheers coming from the crowd below.
I'll give them another fly by, the kids always love them. Wind Walker gave himself a grin as he tilted his wings down and soared straight at the crowd below. He pulled up not ten hooves above the ground and flew it's length. As he slowed, he turned into a wide arc heading for the front of the crowd. As he reached his destination he jumped off, landing with a flashy (and admittedly cocky) twirl.
"Thank you, thank you all!" He waved his hoof at the cheering crowd, as his wings folded on top of each other while consumed in a light olive aura, topped by a beautiful amethyst. "I do accept donations in the forms of bits and free drinks," he joked while he took a bow. However, before he could rise from the bow, it was interrupted by something hitting his head with enough force to knock him to the ground. Gasps filled his ears.
"OW! Son of a..." He rubbed his head, feeling a small amount of blood seeping from it. His eyes spotted the offending object on the ground near by. "Who the buck threw a hammer at my head?!" His eyes searched the crowd that stared back at him.
"What in Equestria did you do to my wings boy?" Wind Walker froze as he heard the familiar voice come from behind him. He turned slowly to find a large dark gray earth stallion with a red mane staring daggers at him.
"Oh, hey Vulcan," Wind Walker chuckled nervously. "Uh, long time no see?" Wind Walker was reunited with his old friend the ground, with the assistance of another hammer being thrown through the air.
"Are you deaf boy? I asked you what you did to my wings" The imposing stallion walked towards him.
Wind Walker managed to get back on his hooves while rubbing his throbbing head. "I, um...improved them?" Wind Walker met the third of the hammer brothers.
"Say that again and you'll regret it." Vulcan picked collected his hammers and replaced them in his bags.
"Believe me, I already do." Wind Walker managed to, miraculously, get off of the ground once again. He looked around to see that the majority of the crowd was holding back laughter at the situation. I liked them better when they were cheering. He looked back to Vulcan to find him holding the wings and inspecting the amethyst before shoving it in his bag. "Hey! What are you doing with my wings?"
"I'm taking them back to my shop for a proper inspection." Vulcan walked to Wind Walker and grabbed the collar of his coat. "And you're coming with me boy."
Wind Walker sat staring out of the window of the train, holding and ice pack to his head. "You didn't have to drag me through town you know." He turned to the stallion across from him. "Keeping a good reputation is hard enough without you embarrassing me."
"You embarrassed yourself with that flashy little show of yours." Vulcan was a large stallion, with muscles earned through years of hard work. He was much older than Wind Walker, but more physically able than most ponies half his age. He had a dark gray coat, with a short red mane and tail. His cutie mark was a hammer and anvil, and his face had multiple scars. "You always were one for theatrics though weren't you?"
"All the world's a stage Vulcan." He returned his gaze to the landscape rushing by through the window. "What were you even doing in Fillydelphia anyway?"
"I was looking for you boy. It's time for you to pay me back for making those wings for you."
"And how am I going to do that?"
"First I have to look at what you've done to my wings. If I still let you live after that, then I'll tell you."
Wind Walker bit back another comment about improving them, not wanting to further risk a concussion. "Can I at least have them back? I don't like not having my things."
"No. They stay with me until I inspect them."
"They are mine you know."
"Only because I allow you to have them."
Wind Walker glanced at Vulcan's bag, and he could see the wings sticking out of them. He briefly entertained the idea of grabbing them, but quickly thought better of it. Instead he decided to change the subject. "I haven't been back home in years you know."
"I'm aware."
"How is everypony?"
"They're fine."
Wind Walker stared at the mountains in the distance. He was getting a little annoyed at the elder's short answers, he always was a stallion of few words. "...How are my parents?"
"Out of town on business when I left. I don't think you'll be seeing them."
"Oh." Wind Walker lowered his head. "...I think I'm going to take a nap, try to sleep off this headache. Wake me up when we get there." Vulcan grunted an acknowledgement, and let Wind Walker drift to sleep.