Dream Delivery
“I’m telling you Soarin, she’s the right pony for the job.”
Soarin snorted. “Why don’t we just call the show off? Lightning Blitz is only going to be in the hospital for a couple weeks. He should be flying just fine again in a month or so.”
Spitfire pulled up short in front of her teammate, delivering him a cold stare. The moon hovered in the sky behind her and stars dotted the clear, night sky. They were high above the town of Ponyville, which had long since closed its door and doused its lights for the night. “The Wonderbolts have never canceled a show, Soarin. Never. And I don’t plan to be the first captain in its history to do so.” Turning, Spitfire continued on to their destination.
“Alright, fine.” Soarin fell in behind the firey pegasus. “We need to find a temp, but why her? What makes her so special?”
“Your memory can’t possibly be that bad. She saved our lives, remember? And then she took home the trophy, then she spent the day asking firing questions at us non-stop, and then she kept stalking us around the Gala and staging little things to impress us.” Spitfire smirked back at her wingman. “Were you too concerned with your precious pie to notice who it was that caught it?”
“Alright, alright,” Soarin grumbled. “So she has talent. But how do we know she can work well on a team? As far as I can recall, she was pretty prideful; the kind of pony who would want to draw as much attention to herself as she could rather than function as a part of a group. How do you think she’ll feel having to play second fiddle or as an equal part of the group?”
“I’ve done my homework, Soarin. This mare is one of the six that took care of that whole Nightmare Moon incident last year. If that doesn’t scream teamwork, I don’t know what does. And besides, she’s obsessed over us! If you were in her hooves, wouldn’t you do anything to make it work?”
Sighing in defeat, Soarin nodded. “Fine, you’ve made your point. Just so long as she understands she’s only an honorary member until Lightning Blitz gets back on his hooves. Two, three shows. Tops.”
Spitfire nodded. “Of course. She needs to tame that aggressive streak a little before we can officially open a spot for her. What do you say we get this over with?”
Drawing up in front of Rainbow Dash’s lofty home, Spitfire removed a backage from her saddlebag and placed it on the porch step. Within it lay the trademark blue and gold of the Wonderbolts uniform and a letter explaining the situation.
The birds were starting to chirp, signaling the approaching dawn and the beginning of a new day. The two pegasi nodded to each other and took to the sky, angling towards Cloudsdale and home. A weather pegasus’ day begins early, and today would be a great day indeed.