“Twilight Sparkle! Where have you been?” Zecora’s greeting was full of delight. “I have not seen you in quite a while.”
“It has been a while!” Twilight cheerfully remarked, as she pulled out her mythology book. “And I do promise to have a friendly visit soon, but I need help with something,” she said.
“But of course,” Zecora responded. She held on to the book when it floated towards her. She read the cover.
“You see, I had a little mishap with a spell,” Twilight explained. “Spike…well he wanted to be a pony, so I decided to try out a new spell.”
“And you turned him into a Breezy,” Zecora concluded.
“Yes,” Twilight agreed.
“And you’ve come here for…?”
“Mostly, I wanted to know if you knew anything extra about Breezies. You seem to have so much knowledge, Zecora, I though you might know something that I don’t.”
Zecora studied the book thoughtfully. After a pause, she said “Breezies are most associated with gardens. It is believed that they help with growing flowers. They can also glow in the dark, if desired. Similar to me, and to you, they gain Cutie Marks when they are the right age and discover their special talent. They can be quite mischievous, but generally show kindness.” Zecora flipped through the book. “Essentially, what this book says.”
“Oh,” said Twilight, disappointed. “I was hoping you’d know more. I figured the more I knew about Breezies, the better I’d be at reversing the spell. I don’t want Spike to remain pocket-sized forever. He’d just get into everything, and might get stepped on.”
“Yes, I can see how that would be a problem,” Zecora said. “So where is Spike, in the mean time?”
“Rainbow Dash took him to Canterlot. I hope they didn’t run into anything.”
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was flying quickly towards Canterlot, Spike in tow, but she was suddenly grabbed by her mane and whisked onto a cloud.
“Hey! What gives?!” Dash protested.
“Hey Dash, it’s me!” And it was Gilda. “Finally decided to ditch the ponies and come hang out with someone cool?”
“Hardly. I have myself, don’t I? Besides, I’m on a royal mission!” Rainbow Dash bragged.
Gilda looked at her blankly. “A what?”
From within the bag, Spike spoke, his voice muffled. “A mission to save me! Except I’m not allowed to leave and have any fun,” he complained.
“Uh, your bag is talking,” Gilda said, staring at the bag. She reached out a claw and poked at it.
“Yeah, Twilight put a pretty big spell on him.” Rainbow Dash. She reached into the pouch and removed the jar. Gilda grabbed it.
“Put a spell on who? Hey, what’s this bug?” Gilda shook the jar slightly.
“I’m not a bug! I’m a pony!” Spike shouted angrily. “Well, I’m usually a dragon, but..”
“Hey, don’t shake him around,” Rainbow Dash said. She tried to grab the jar, but Gilda held it out of her reach.
“Oh, this rich. I gotta get a better look at this!” And Gilda unscrewed the jar lid and grabbed Spike. He squeaked in protest.
“Careful now! Don’t squish him!” Dash said, with worry in her voice.
“Yeah! Twilight would get so mad at me if she catches me flat as a pancake,” Spike said.
“Relax,” Gilda said. She flattened her palm and studied Spike closely. Delicately, she poked at his head with her other claw.
“I can fly, see? Like you!” Spike fluttered up, and hovered in front of Gilda’s face.
“Haha, what. This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Gilda sounded delighted. “Wait, can you…”
But a gust of wind appeared and Spike was blown away.
“Oh no!” Dash said. She tried to dive after him but he was difficult to see. “Come on, we gotta get him!”