Twilight Sparkle,
I finally know who made the sound and prismatic lightshow all those years ago, before you were my student.
I was reading a good book, sipping a cup of Royal Blend #42, when suddenly my balcony doors threw open as a rainbow blast crashed through, shattering every bit of glass on it. It was loud and beautiful, bursting my eardrums and blowing me and my mind away, toppling me out of my favorite chair and spilling my tea all over that book. It was simply... awesome. Destructive, but awesome.
Also, Rainbow Dash owes me a new copy of "Color and You: Orange Works With Blue, Even if Everyone Hates It."
Now then, did you think you were clever earlier today by passing the buck to Rarity when I asked you what you learned at the Best Young Fliers competition? Or did you choose to have Rarity state the lesson as she's the one who actually learned it for herself?
Regardless of which it is, I can safely say that it is indeed a firm lesson to learn. Although... I imagine that Rainbow Dash still has her head in the clouds instead of her hooves on the ground at the moment. Me naming ponies winners is akin to them winning a lottery, and going by her celebratory motions, I'd say she's going to ride this high for weeks.
Although... that turn of phrase is really lost on Pegasi. I even know a few that never touch the ground. They specifically take a pet cloud with them wherever they go. They even feed it and bathe it; don't ask me how bathing works.
It's not the strangest choice of pet I've seen, but given I own a bird whose molting pattern involves fire and ash, I have no right to complain.
Also, do not get a pet phoenix. You live in a tree. That problem should basically spell itself out, but... I don't know with you. Just don't get one, and trust me on that.
Love,
Princess Celestia
Luna? What's the password?
That was yesterday's! Try again.
This is not extreme! Pinkie invaded my personal space, and I am NOT taking chances!
Yes. Tea and biscuits, please. And the password is "lemon cake."