//------------------------------// // The First Day // Story: My Shy Filly // by samiechu //------------------------------// [MY SHY FILLY - THE FIRST DAY] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Who knew it was this amazing on the inside... Dew thought to himself, eyes on the magnificent structure he now attended, known as Cloudsdale Academy. It was beautiful inside and out. He had already been in awe of the building from when he had approached it with his father earlier, but he had never realised how beautiful it was. Cloud pillars, engraved with the finest pictures, and the most intricate patterns. They were shaped and formed into lovely, perfect stands that held the even more beautiful roof. It had an image of a Pegasus flying, ribbons lacing the hooves of the perfect pony. It had long flowing hair, but Dew couldn't tell if it were a girl or a boy. Either way, he couldn't keep his hazelnut eyes off of it. The clouds had tinted colours, like pink and light blue, and there were even some purple clouds there. He assumed they had been dyed with something, but if he were wrong, he would find out in one of his upcoming classes. "Come on Dew, we need to head off to your first class. Are you ready?" The receptionist, whom he knew now as Quill Heart, held her clipboard in her teeth, looking at where Dew's class was situated. It was a basic flying lesson, where all beginner fliers were told the first most important things about flying. They didn't do any flying, however. It was really a theory lesson to help them understand what they expected and what skills they should have once they do begin to flap their wings. "Sorry, this building is just really beautiful." He swivelled his head to look at Quill, a quaint smile creeping across his lips. In return, she smiled, but moved hastily forward so he would not miss his first class. She let go of the clipboard, which was on a cord around her neck. "We must move quickly, Dew. These classes are very important, and you must remember not to be late," She nudged him ever so softly forward, and he continued to move from his spot near the frame of the door. "Now, I had a look and your basic flying teacher should be Rose Petal. After that, you have a weather class with Lulu Leaf. Then, you have one more class for the day with Polar Cap, who will be doing wing exercises and other strength tasks." She seemed to be counting the classes in her head to make sure she had not missed anyway. Dew nodded up and down very fast, nearly trembling from sheer excitement. Quill laughed softly, walking a little faster to get to the next room up ahead. It had a sign over the top of it, which read "Basic Flying 101". Her eyes lit up and she trotted to the door. Dew was at her hooves, eager to meet his new class. She opened the door with her front hoof, looking inside to find Miss Petal. There was no pony in sight. The room was a little dark, and she peered to the outer walls. There were no holes in the building to allow any light to peer in. She kicked a moderately placed and sized hole near the door way, allowing some light to be poured into the ghastly empty room. Dew was shivering with fear at this point; he had always been terribly afraid of the dark ever since he was a much younger foal. "Ughh, Quill Heart!" A sweet, soft voice called out from the darkness. A pale pink pony trotted forward, green eyes showing signs of anger. Her yellow and white mane was tied into a bun, and as was her tail. She plotted herself onto the ground with a thud, staring at Quill. She lowered her voice to a dull whisper. "We are having a meditation session. I'm trying to teach them that when they do fly, they have to fly calm to be carefree." Her brow was furrowed, staring intently at Quill. Quill held her ears back in fright, staring at the slightly angered Rose. "U-uhm.. O-oh." She said quietly, almost shyly. She wasn't exactly afraid of Rose, but she was intimidated by her anger. It gave her a shock, however she did slowly snap out of it. "S-sorry.. Anyway, we have a new student and he's enrolled into this class every day," She nudged the quivering Dew forward, who was bug eyed whilst staring at Rose Petal. "His name is Dew Drop, his father Maxwell Drop brought him here this morning." She smiled lightly at Rose, who had seemingly calmed down. "That's wonderful then!" She exclaimed, leaning forward to greet the small, blue Pegasus colt. "My name is Miss Petal, but you are allowed to call me Rose if you wish. Dew, is it? Have you ever flown before?" He shook his head, glancing at his wings which he had only ever lifted whenever it was bath time. "Okay, well, that's perfect. You can learn the basics and work your way up to the big leagues." She grinned, giving a sly chuckle. For some reason, her laid-back attitude made Dew less frightened and he opened up quite fast. "My dad used to be one of the best fliers at this school. I want to be just like him." He re-thought what he had said, and realised he didn't want all the traits of his father. He wanted to accept other ponies like they were his own, and not put them down like his father did. He wouldn't mention this, it wasn't usual conversation. He had a decent grasp of what conversation was considering his parents did nothing but talk all the time. "Thats wonderful! Maxwell Drop, hmm? He has a trophy in one of the cabinets in the Winners Hall. I think I've seen one of his routines when I was a filly. Definitely a great flier." Rose smiled gingerly, looking into the room of other waiting fillies and colts. "Oh! I was in the middle of a class. Alright, well, thank you Quill for bringing me Dew. What class does he have next? I'll get someone to take him there later." "I think he has Lulu for weather..." She grabbed the clipboard around her neck and viewed the sheet with Dew's information on it. "Yep, he has weather class next with Miss Leaf." She peered around the room at the other younger ponies, looking for someone she knew was in that class. "Don't worry, I'll find someone to guide him for the day. What is his last class?" Rose looked at Quill's clipboard, nodding once finding the name. "Alright, Mr Cap. No worries, I know a pony who has the same classes." She immediately glanced at a particular young filly sitting in the far back of the room. "Okay, all is well then! Have a good day, Dew. Remember to come back to reception to meet your father after Mr Cap's class." She turned around, smiling and making her way back to her designated area at the front of the school. Dew watched the tan pony with orange mane walk away, then turned back to the pink pony in front of him. He was surprised to see another filly in front of him. "Dew, this is Fluttershy. She will be your guide for today, and she will take you to your other classes. She is a little shy but she will take care of you." Rose smiled, turning back to her class. "Now, we may have been interrupted but that doesn't mean we can't continue our relaxation. Back into position, chop chop!" She clapped her hooves together, watching her class scatter back to where they were before. Rose turned and fixed the hole in the wall, making sure the room was in complete darkness for her next exercise. Dew gazed at Fluttershy for a fair while, and she returned the gesture. He looked down, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She whimpered a little, and he immediately lifted his head. "What's wrong?" He questioned softly. She cowered beneath herself. He frowned. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt you. I just want to make friends." She looked up at him behind her beautiful, slightly curled pink mane. A little smile creeped across her face, but she still cowered. Dew lowered himself to the ground and sat in front of her. "So what do we have to do for this part of class? Miss Petal said something about relaxing?" "Uhm.. yes. You need to lay down.. if that's okay.." She said, her soft voice reaching forward to Dew's pounding little heart. He blushed even more than what he had before, glancing at her gorgeous teal eyes. What was he feeling? It felt really weird. "Okay.." He laid down on the soft, cloudy floor, convincing himself he wouldn't randomly fall through the floor. It was always such a concern for him. "Now what?" "Y-you... need to lay quietly and close your eyes.. are you okay with t-that?" She had such a tremble to her voice. He knew she was very frightened. "That's fine with me." He closed his eyes, and he felt a small waft of air as Fluttershy lowered herself to the ground next to him. Dew smiled to himself, hoping she hadn't seen him do that. "Are you alright as being my guide for today..?" He questioned. "It's okay... I'll do anything to help any pony... I'll, uhm.. make sure you're safe for today." She said, even softer and in more of a whisper than she had before. "Uhm, Dew?" Her voice was adorable, even when he could barely hear her. "Yes, Fluttershy?" "Uhm.. I'm sorry if this is uhm.. too much but..." She paused, and he could feel her trembling next to him. He felt really bad that she was so shy. "..can we be friends? I don't... really have any..." "Of course we can be." Dew felt a strange, fluttering feeling in his stomach. It was soft, warm, calming. Something unfamiliar and new. What was it? Had it been because he had finally talked to ponies that weren't his parents? His mind was going a mile per minute trying to comprehend what had just happened. He nestled himself further into the cloud beneath him, finally realising something amazing. Something that made him smile with pure joy. He just made his first ever friend.