I play too many video games.
She flipped through the pages rapidly with her magic, finally being mended slightly by the icy clouds. Page 42, here it was. Irregular heartbeat, a layman's term for cardial dysrhythmia. Caused by agitation of the...
An hour passed. Two hours passed. No sign of Rainbow. She was probably tied up with Fluttershy in Cloudsdale. Oh well. She was just about to drift off into unconsciousness, when a battered and worn down blue pegasus collapsed through the door.
"Whoa, easy there kid," an unfamiliar voice said from outside the door. Rainbow Dash had fallen, by either exhaustion or pain, Twilight couldn't tell. All she knew was, she didn't look too good. She jumped off the couch, and ran over and kneeled down in front of Rainbow, who was stretched out across the floor, unconscious. Or though it seemed.
"Rainbow?" Twilight whispered, nudging her still body for signs of consciousness. Nope - she was out cold. Then she remembered... The other voice.
She looked up through the doorway ever so slowly, to reveal a mare with an easily recognizable get-up. The electric blue skin-tight uniform, streaked with blazing yellow lightning highlights, finished off by an iconic pair of opaque goggles resting on the mare's forehead. No - she definitely knew who this was, easily recalling her name as Rainbow had said at the Gala.
"Spitfire," Twilight nodded. Spitfire smiled in recognition.
"Hey there, is this Rainbow Dash’s house?" Spitfire asked, looking at Twilight. She plainly nodded in response, wondering why the captain of the most prestigious flying group in Equestria was here, with an unconscious Rainbow Dash. Spitfire gestured at Rainbow. “Yeah, I can explain.”
"Please do," she said, not unkindly. She picked Rainbow up - which proved to not be a small feat for her - and, with Spitfire's generous help, brought Rainbow up to her room and laid her on the bed. Before they descended down to the living room, she once again noticed the details and design of her bedroom. It stayed consistent with the rest of the house, save for the slight color change on the walls and the hard, marble checkerboard tiling that replaced the soft cloud base that supported the rest of the house. Spitfire tried to conceal a smile when she spotted Rainbow's Wonderbolts poster opposite her door. Her bed frame and bookcase were made of - you guessed it - clouds, and the blankets also seemed to have a cloudy texture to them, but they were black and had Rainbow's cutie mark emblazoned in the same vivid colors she displayed on her mane. Twilight took the time to wrap Rainbow up in her blanket, and soon after, followed Spitfire downstairs.
The two ponies got settled in, resting themselves on the soft, feathery couches in Rainbow’s living room. Princess Luna’s beautiful moonlight refracted through the windows, dazzling the unlighted corners of the room.
“So, Spitfire, what happened to Rainbow?” Twilight asked with a hint of skepticism in her voice.
Spitfire nodded and began.
"Bye Spitfire!" Fleetfoot yelled out as she left the training site. Spitfire raised a hoof and waved in a quick gesture, as she took off into the cool night sky after another rigorous day of practice and conditioning. She sighed as the winds of Luna's night fluttered through her wings, cooling her and allieviating the result of hard work on her body.
She soared off higher into the sky, high enough to land among the highest clouds that gave her a perfect birds-eye view of the city in the sky. Although Spitfire has been to Canterlot countless times for performances and royal events such as the Gala, she considered Cloudsdale her home and preferred it over the former. She had grown up in this city around her two best friends - Soarin' and Fleetfoot - who went on to join the most famous and elegant flight performers in all of Equestria.
She looked down, and identified her house by the center of the city, and swooped down from above, resembling a falcon hunting for its prey. She smiled at the thought of her own comparison.
Spitfire touched down at her porch, ever so elegantly. She yawned and cracked open the door, finally having a chance to relax and calm down after yet another hard day of practice and training. Once she got settled into her room, she stretched out and laid on her couch - and that's when she heard it. One of her windows shattered, followed by a loud blast that wasn't unlike a pyrotechnics demonstration. Although, it did sound slightly familiar - now she knew. She had heard it once before during the Best Young Flier Competition. It had saved her life there.
A Sonic Rainboom.
She easily identified it with Rainbow Dash, the only pony in history to ever pull it off. She looked outside the now shattered window, and saw the blue pegasus face-down on the Wonderbolts' training course. She felt a rush of panic and her heart skipped a beat. She extended her wings, and took off in that direction.
Arriving there in a matter of seconds, she touched down at the base of the track, and walked over to the still pegasus. Spitfire was put a hoof on Rainbow Dash's chest, when she saw that she was still conscious, and her eyes still open.
"Yeah. You don't look so well. What happened?"
"S-Sonic Rainb-boom. Missed t-the opening."
"I'm taking you home kid," Spitfire whispered. "Where do you live?" Rainbow Dash raised a hoof towards her house. Spitfire looked closely, and saw what looked to be a small tower made of clouds. She assumed that's what Dash was pointing at. Spitfire picked Dash up in her forehooves, and started off towards the house.
"She's in pretty bad shape. Knowing that stunt, she might not be up and around for a while," Spitfire said.
"Alright. I can take care of her." Twilight suggested. Spitfire nodded, and took that as her cue to leave. She headed for the door, and stopped to take flight. She raised a hoof and motioned a quick wave, then took off. Twilight watched as the striking blue and yellow pegasus flew away. She walked upstairs to check on Rainbow.
As she walked in the room, she saw Rainbow Dash sleeping on her side, cuddling with a pillow. Twilight smiled, and turned out the light. She nuzzled her, and went back to the living room to retire after quite the eventful day.
Author's Note: Sorry for the incredibly short chapter. I've been busy with commuting and travelling between New York and California, and I just hopped back into another tough week of homework. The next couple of chapters are going to be longer and more plot/character-developing, I promise.