My Shy Filly

by samiechu

The Start

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"Mom, Dad, please?"

"I won't allow it. I'm sorry son, but what have we taught you?" Maxwell picked up his tea and had a small tip, making a slurping noise. He nodded his head in apology. Such manners. He placed his tea down and looked back to his newspaper, which obscured his view of his son.

"Yes, Dewy, we just can't let you go to Flight School. Not now at least. You're still such a young colt, it wouldn't be fair to us to let you go so soon." Sapphire tilted her head to look past her glasses at her young, fair blue colt standing in front of her. She was sitting in her armchair recliner, footrest extended for her novel "Pegasus: The Only Good Ponies".
It was a novel describing the origin of Pegasus ponies and their jobs from the dawn of Equestria, but explained in a 'brain-washing' way to put down all other worthy ponies. Dew hated it, it made his parents go crazy.

Sapphire Drop and Maxwell Drop had been very Pegasus bound ponies since they were raised in Cloudsdale many years ago. By this, they simply would not accept any other way of life, or any other pony for that matter. They much preferred their own kind, often discriminating Earth and Unicorn ponies in the process.

They had carefully raised their young son in the same ways they were raised; to believe that a Pegasus has right of way over all and to not mingle with the other two kinds of ponies. They kept him indoors, being his only friends and giving him proper home-schooling as they had as young ponies. Dew had no idea how to properly communicate with anyone his age, and he had never met anyone his age. He had been pretty much alone since he was born, closed away to nothing but novels and clouds that supported a Pegasi way of life.

"You've taught me everything you can and I'm really happy for that but I really want to learn how to fly properly and meet other colts and fillies my age. I really want some friends..." Dew lowered his ears back, whimpering like the child he was. He really had no way of getting his parents sympathy without giving off a little cry. They immediately raised from their seats, heeling to his aid. Sapphire wiped his eyes and Maxwell held him close. As much as their beliefs and morals were the backbone of their life, Dew was their heart and their reason for life. They hated to see him hurt as such, even over something so simple.

"Look Dewy, we did go to Flight School, but once we were teenagers, thats when we enrolled and attended," Sapphire held her sons face in her hooves, using the softest motherly tone she knew she had. "We just don't want you to be hurt when you're out there and when you're so young..." She looked away, hiding her fright.

"Dew Drop, we understand the need and amazing feeling to be out there in the real world, learning how to use your wings for their own purpose, but it's all to protect you." Maxwell said, stroking his sons mane. He was still sobbing slightly, unable to stop the flow of tears that escaped his hazelnut tinted eyes. He gazed at his ever loving parents, wondering if they were right. Almost in submission to their denial, Maxwell spoke once more, in a very proud tone.

"I used to be one of the most successful students at that school. Wasn't I dear?" Maxwell nuzzled Sapphire's nose, where she attempted to stifle her giggles. "I know you'll be just the same, Dewy." His eyes lit up with pure excitement, immediately leaping into his parents forelegs.

"I can go? Are you really serious about this?" He exclaimed, the happiest smile sweeping across his face.

"Of course. You'll be as great as we were. And of course.. there are only Pegasi in Flight School, you'll be protected from the other ponies out there." Sapphire snickered, leering at her book on her recliner. Her morals always seemed to be the reason behind every little decision in that family.

Dew Drop thought to himself that his mother was indeed crazy, but his excitement seemed to overshadow everything else in his life at that very moment. He was going to attend Flight School, and he was going to make many Pegasus pony friends while he was studying at school. It was really the happiest day of his life. What else could he have asked for?

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Maxwell frowned at the receptionist. "What do you mean he can't enrol? I don't understand.. We're in the right season to be enrolling him, aren't we?"

"Yes, you are, but he just seems to be a bit younger than we expected. You say he is 10 months from being a teenager," She leaned over the soft, fluffy cloud desk and squinted at Dew's much smaller size. "But he's so little, he can't possibly be that old now."

Dew cleared his throat, lifting himself to lean onto the cloudy desk. "I am almost a teenager, I've just been home-schooled so my growth is a little bit stunted from not really being outdoors." He smiled, and Maxwell sighed.

"Son, you really need to be-" The receptionist interrupted Maxwell and grinned with much joy.

"Well, in that case, you're now officially enrolled into Cloudsdale Academy! You can start as soon as I file these papers and figure out what class you should be placed in. At the moment, we have three classes you can choose from. They are your base classes that you must attend every morning," She grabbed a list of classes from the desk underneath her, and put it in front of Dew. "You can pick any of these, they're practically all the same, but with different teachers."

He studied the list very carefully, reading the information given about specific teachers and their short summaries located under their pictures. Apparently, the teachers were very similar to one another, but each had other activities they took in Homegroup, as they called it. He decided to take the teacher, Featherfew, who taught mainly about animals and plants. Dew pointed his hoof at which class he preferred, and the mare in front of him took the list, smiling.

"Mr Featherfew? Great choice. You'll love learning about animals and plants, but remember it's just extra knowledge, it's not going to have exams and tests." She laughed softly, writing down the teachers name on Dew's registration form. She put it away, and grabbed an introductory kit for Maxwell. "You can take this home and learn more about what we teach here at the Academy. Because your son is enrolled specifically for the flying courses and physical endurance, you don't need to read about the basic knowledge classes we hold here. There are forms for Flight Camp in there for later this year, which need to be handed in by next week, if Dew is interested."

Maxwell chuckled, looking at his son who was already wandering off into the doors of the Academy, face lit with pure delight. "I'm sure he will be honoured to attend. I came here when I was a colt, and so did my wife; Flight Camp was amazing, to say the least." He placed the kit in a saddle bag he had for shopping later that day. Maxwell smiled at the receptionist who was in front of him, although looking back to chuckle lightly at the re-call of Maxwell's flying days.

"I came here as a filly as well, but I never managed to get into the Flight Camp on time. Parents were silly ponies. They really didn't know how to keep things organised AND send things off in time," She rolled her eyes, a heaving sigh for emphasis. "But no worry, my friends told me all about it. Flying wasn't everything to me. I just love helping other ponies." She glanced at her cutie mark, which was a pen and a heart. Maxwell assumed it related to her receptionist job, but nonetheless it was a very meaningful mark. He glanced at his own, the image of wings behind a dark blue star. To him, he knew that his special talent was flying, but it was more than that. He was the star pupil in everything he did, but it co-mingled with his ability to fly so well. He smiled gingerly, trotting forward slightly.

"Dewy, I have to head off to the market, but I'll come pick you up once your classes end, alright?" His son gave a mutter, attempting to use his wings to speed off a little bit faster. He laughed loudly, heading out of the cloud doors.

Dew's heart was racing at 100 miles per second. He had never been so excited in his life to go to school.