August 10
I woke up earlier than usual, 'cause I was so eager for my trip. And it was already looking like another beautiful day today, even though the sun wasn't very far up yet.
The first thing I did was stretch out and then I flew out my balcony and took a quick trot around the block, flexing my wings a little bit, and then I did a couple of jog-hops, and when I got back around to my apartment I flew up to my balcony and apologized to the birds for scaring them off while they were eating breakfast.
My own breakfast was oatmeal and a little bit of hay, and then I checked over all my flight gear and put it all in a neat pile on the bed so I wouldn't forget anything and I stuffed my saddlebags full of hay—I'd have Mister Salvatore take them with him; I didn't want to wear them when I was flying. And I sat down next to my gear and started preening my wings even though I'd done it last night. A couple of feathers had gotten ruffled while I slept.
I put my portable telephone in my vest pocket along with the two tins of anchovies, and then I stuffed the other pocket full of the moistest hay from the middle of the bale. That kind of made a mess in the bedroom but I could clean it up later.
Then I took my portable telephone back out 'cause I thought that maybe I ought to call Meghan but I didn't want her to worry but she'd probably worry anyway so I did call her and she sounded worried and I promised her that I would call her when I got to Chicago and that Mister Salvatore had a boat and I had a new watch that would tell me where to go.
I sat in the papasan and watched the birds for a while and then I went and checked through all my flight gear again to make sure that I had everything and cursed myself for being silly because I'd already made a couple of flights that long before, so of course I wouldn't forget anything.
Well, I'd only checked through my flight gear two more times before Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn arrived, and they helped me carry everything down to Sienna, and I checked through it one more time to be sure that I had everything before we left.
I'd planned to relax in the back seat, but I just couldn't because I was too eager to fly.
When we got to South Haven, we went to the docks and Mister Salvatore got his boat. Mister Salvatore thought it was really nice and Miss Cherilyn said it was pretty small. There were little vertical pipes all over it which were used for fishing, but they wouldn't be doing any of that today.
The captain of the boat was named Captain Buroughs, and he was really interested in me, and he said that this was the strangest charter he'd ever had.
We put all my gear on the boat—the plan was that I would fly off of it after he got into the main channel—and then we all lined up for a picture.
Mister Salvatore and I put the directions in to my watch. He'd decided that I should land on Northerly Island, because he said it would give him immense satisfaction to stick it to Mayor Daley, and there was a nice little beach there where I could cool off and a marina behind it so that the boat could get fuel.
And he gave me another little bit of equipment which was called an EPRB, and he said it stood for emergency pegasus rescue beacon. That could go on a hind leg, 'cause I probably wouldn't need it, but if I did he showed me how to make it send a signal. He said that it could also be set to trigger automatically if I landed in the water, but I would want to make sure that it was turned off before I went swimming on the other side.
So I put on all my gear and Captain Buroughs had Mister Salvatore help him untie the boat from the dock and I was already dancing on my hooves by the time that we were moving into the main channel.
I told myself that I wasn't going to take off until we got along the jetty, and it was really hard to wait. Mister Salvatore was standing in the front, helping to look for other boats or obstacles in the water, and Miss Cherilyn was sitting in the back, watching the land go by, so I stood next to her until I could see the jetty and lighthouse ahead.
I went up to the bow and Captain Buroughs slowed the boat down so that it wouldn't overrun me.
I took one last look at all my gear and when I was sure that I had everything, I called the airplane directors in South Haven and told them that I was taking off from the mouth of the Black River on a course for Chicago, and they gave me permission right away.
Just as a wave pushed the bow of the boat up, I took off and started climbing. Not too fast; I didn't want to overexert myself early and not make it all the way because of that.
There were a lot of small boats out in the lake already, and for a while I could use them to easily judge my height, but as we got further out into the lake there weren't so many any more, and without knowing how far away they were it wasn't as easy to know how high I was.
As the shore got further and further away, it was really reassuring to see the boat, although it looked really tiny out there all alone.
I kept land in sight for longer than I'd expected, because I was flying at an angle to the southwest and that was kind of the way that Michigan's shore went, too. So even after the sun had passed overhead, I could still make out the shore of Michigan behind me, but eventually I got far enough away that it was gone completely, and there was nothing but Lake Michigan as far as I could see in every direction, and one little boat that was following me.
I'd kind of known that this would be the most boring part of the trip—I was glad that I'd ridden on the ferry with Aric, 'cause I think I wouldn't have been prepared for it otherwise. There was nothing to see, and only my little watch telling me which way to go.
After a while I started to lose track of time and it felt like I'd been flying forever and would keep flying forever because there was nothing but water and sky. And the sunlight reflecting off the waves was starting to hurt my eyes a little bit, and it didn't help that I was straining them in the hopes of seeing Chicago in front of me, but there was nothing.
It started to get a little bit cloudy, and that was nice because I could cool down a little bit when I was in cloud-shadow, and it also cut down on some of the reflections off the lake, but it meant I couldn't see as far, I didn't think.
I'd been flying for over five hours when I finally saw Chicago clearly enough that I knew it wasn't a mirage. I'd thought I'd seen something that way before, but I hadn't been sure. But this was it: it was kind of hazy because of the distance, but the two white antennas on the top of the Sears Tower were unmistakable. And I was right on course; it was right in front of my muzzle, so I reached my foreleg up and gave my pilot's watch a little kiss for being so smart at knowing where I was supposed to go.
As I got closer, I started to see boats out on the lake, and small flocks of seagulls flying over the lake looking for a meal. And I could see the island that I was aiming for, too: it was long and rectangular, with a little notch that was the beach and a round building on the north end.
I had to remind myself not to rush—it was still a long ways off.
I wondered how much they could see from the boat. Surely the skyscratchers would be visible to them; they stuck up so far over the lake that if I could see them so could they.
When I was about fifteen miles away, I called the Chicago airplane directors and told them where I was and where I was going and at first they told me I couldn't land at Meigs Field because there wasn't an airport there anymore and then another airplane director said that I could and told me to fly straight in and he asked what my bearing was to him and how far I was.
I wouldn't have known that before, but since O'Hare was the nearest airport, I could just push a button on my watch and it told me, so I told him and he thanked me and told me to call them if my flight conditions changed. I liked him better than the first one because he sounded nicer on the radio.
By now, I was pretty exhausted. My camelback was empty, and my tummy was growling—I'd managed to eat most of the hay that was in my vest pocket, but I'd dropped a little of it down to the lake by mistake.
The final stretch was as much willpower as anything. I started getting into a bit of a headwind, which wouldn't have been anything normally, but I was to the point where I was trying to stretch my glide as much as I could, and I guess it probably made all the sailboats happy but it wasn't what I wanted, and I started to wonder if I'd ever make it or if the wind would pick up even more and keep me out to sea. Maybe it would blow me all the way back to Michigan, and then I'd have to start all over again.
But when I was finally close enough to see people on the ground I knew that I was going to make it. And some of them were pointing out over the water at me.
I knew that boats weren't allowed to go boating where people were swimming, so as tempting as it was to land on the beach, I went just a little bit further past the end of the main beach towards a second, smaller beach. There were a bunch of people out there flying kites and enjoying the wind, too.
I'd misjudged and dropped too much altitude and I had to climb up a little bit once I got to the edge of the island or else I would have crashlanded on the beach, so I stuck my nose up and then dropped to the grass.
I turned around and there was the boat, and it got as close to the shore as it could and Miss Cherilyn jumped out and waded up the beach to greet me, and she helped me take off my flight gear so that I could go wade out in the water and cool down some. And she brought a bottle of water with her, too.
I can't think of any other time in my life that wading out into water has felt so good. I went in until the water just touched my ruff, then I laid down, stretching my wings out over the surface and letting the little wavelets move them up and down for me.
Captain Buroughs took the boat around to the other side of the island where the marina was and Miss Cherilyn asked me how my flight had been and I said it had been long and I was exhausted but it had been worth it. And then I told her that she might have to drag me back to shore.
I finally got out of the water and shook myself off when Captain Buroughs came across the island, because he said that he had to take the boat back to South Haven, so he couldn't stay the night, but he said that he wanted to say goodbye before he left, and he gave his portable telephone to Mister Salvatore so that we could have a picture of me in Chicago with him. Then he shook my hoof and said that next time I wanted to fly across the lake to call him.
I sat on the grass and let the sun dry me off and talked to a bunch of the kite-fliers and swimmers who had come over because they were curious. All of them were pretty amazed that I'd flown all the way across the lake and a woman in a bikini asked me why I'd flown across the lake and I said because I wanted to.
Even though I was exhausted I was really happy that I'd done it.
I also called Meghan and told her that I had made it safely and I said that I wished that she was here to preen my wings for me.
Once I was mostly dry, I got up and Miss Cherilyn wiped some grass off my belly, then Mister Salvatore called for a car to come and pick us up, and before too long a big Suburban pulled into the parking lot, and we all got in. I sat in the back next to Miss Cherilyn and Mister Salvatore sat in the front.
We went to the Hilton Hotel, which was where we were going to spend the night. They had a restaurant called Kitty O'Shea's and we ate dinner there. I had the lake trout—and Mister Salvatore said that the boat had had a fish-radar and that next time we did this trip he'd want me to circle around for a little while while he did some fishing. I stuck my tongue out at him.
They also had a beer sampler called Flight to Ireland that sounded pretty good, and he said that I could only get it if I shared because he didn't want to have to deal with a drunk pegasus flying all over Chicago and I promised that I wouldn't do any flying at all because I was too tired to fly.
After we were done eating we went up to our room, which was kind of like a suite except that there was only one bedroom but it did have a lounge, and a nice view over Lake Michigan. Mister Salvatore said that he could sleep on the couch but I said that I wouldn't mind it, 'cause it would be like my futon.
I took a nice long shower 'cause my muscles were starting to cramp up a little bit, and then I took a pile of their fluffy white towels out to the lounge and made myself a little nest on the couch where I could sit and watch the lights of the city.
The Chicago stockyards.
After The War Between the States, slaughterhouses were built in Chicago and it became a rail hub and the center of the meat packing industry. If you've ever seen a cattle drive in a movie, they were driving the cattle to the nearest train station, probably so they could be shipped to Chicago
IDK if the stockyards are still around. I'd bet that if they are the government has decided that they would rather the Equestrians didn't know about them. Her handlers probably have orders to do anything short of physical violence to keep her away from them.
RIP Meigs Field
I like the chapter but I do have a small question.
My camelback was empty, and my tummy was growling.
how does Silver deal with potty breaks?
I do remember what Lauran Faust told at the one coma con when ask this question.
but I want to here your version Admiral Biscuit.
ok I may be trolling a little bit.
Let's.build a pegasus airport where Meigs Field used to be!
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when AJ bucks a tree, it rains apples. When RD bucks a cloud, it rains horseapples.
just how far is it for Silver t fly that particular trip, given the Irish ferry can see the Holyhead and Dublin lighthouses from teh middle of its journey, about 150 miles? And its only about a hundred foot if that in the middle?
Why did the pegasus cross the lake. To get to the other side.
And now, the Hlton, look at all that advertisement revenue on social media.
'Cause fun, duh!
but the two white antennas on the top of the building formerly known as the Sears Tower were unmistakable.
"...They also had a beer sampler called Flight to Ireland that sounded pretty good..."
Just remember, 24 hours between the bottle and the throttle. That's the rule.
7636445 is just that people don't say 1/6 hour, the only fraction that's really used is half hour (at least in the US). It's not that silver is wrong with her units, she just users really weird ones.
I'd say equestria uses the same units of time we do just for simplicity.
another one for the Silver Glow playlist on youtube ...
wonder what Arics and Meghans reaction is to having Silver all sexy in the water hahaha
why have you send people to the moon? because you can.
Silver still needs to learn a bit about humans ^^
to quote a favorite meme phrase from my favorite internet side: "the fanarts are going to draw themself !"
Please and thank you :)
Next on her ever growing list of equipment, some cool shades. Although I'd think her second eyelid things might give her some protection, maybe they aren't specialised for reflection off water.
That lucky watch, next it'll be ungraded to smuggles, and eventually it'll be her third Earth based lover.
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I use quarter hours quite often, but I would agree that 1/6th of an hour is unusual compared to 10 minutes.
7637317 ponys can get GPS satilites on the right place in space with magic ... that would cut a lot of costs.
And if it turns out that Equestria is flat, they just need two Sats
7636715 If the people on the ticket are the 'best' America has to offer... we're so F'd in the A.
However, Trump may be a crude boar... but he's a very open crude boar. In fact, I don't think he could keep anything secret if he tried.
Compared to the Clintons... give me the boar over the snake.
7637354 probably regional. I hear 1/4 hour a bit but I hear 15 minutes way more.
7637317 Hey, let's keep reality out of this--we have MAGIC!
Good points, though... A limited form of direction-finding might be possible using fixed mountain-top units instead of satellites, though. Reasonable accuracy was possible using a rotatable loop antenna on the ship.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_direction_finder
Why do I get this mental image of Silver chewing hay like it was snuff?
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exsurge domine
Uh oh, she's starting to nest. Someone let Aric know!
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She covered that in a previous chapter, though I can't remember exactly which one. If a pegasus is over open countryside or open water, she just lets fly! (Hence, in response to that chapter, my warning about watching the ground for 'pegasus eggs.')
Another item crossed off her bucket list!
Another item crossed off her bucket list!
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Miss Silver Glow could use polarized sunglasses, blocking 99% of UVA, UVB, and blue (blue-blocking).
7636788 Ah... I see the issue, now. The first day she met with the FAA, they had her restricted to 1,000 feet max.
But when she got her licence to fly, she was granted the range of 10,000'.
Hnng.
Now all she needs is a book fort.
7637563 I don't think I've ever heard "I'll meet you in 1/4 hour." but "It's quarter past 10" is halfway common.
Biscuit, keep in mind, it'll hurt your readership numbers if we all die of diabeetus.
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Later heard from the bathroom: "Hey! What happened to all the towels?!"
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I think that they're mostly gone, because it's cheaper and more efficient to move meat by rail than whole animals. IIRC, part of the reason that the stockyards got built there was because railroads were already going there with grain, so it was natural to just add another commodity using the existing rail network.
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I'd definitely be tempted to route any pegasi who are landing into Chicago right to where it was, just to piss Mayor Daley off.
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If she was flying above say five thousand feet or so, pee would definitely break up before it hit the ground so most likely you'd never know. Just look down to make sure that there aren't any pegasi flying too close below you. And I don't think that would be potentially dangerous from a 'risk of epidemic' standpoint, although I'm not entirely sure.
I would assume that she'd want to land if she had to poop, although she could do it in flight if she had to. Also, related:
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It's safe to assume that since we've seen outhouses, toilets, and diapers in canon, that the ponies have some rules on where it's okay to go and where it isn't.
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Seconded.
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If a place like Cloudsdale does have a sewer cloud (and they very well might) imagine what would happen if somepony bucked it by mistake. That would be bad times on the ground.
Roughly 77 miles. And on a perfectly clear day, from her altitude she would be able to see both shorelines, but given the humidity over Lake Michigan, it's not always possible. IIRC, the Great Lakes lose between one and four inches of water depth per month just by evaporation. On average, Lake Superior alone loses 29 billion gallons per day due to evaporation.
I am getting so many targeted ads for hotels that the ponies have stayed at, since I had to look them up on the interwebs. It's kind of fun.
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The best reason to do anything.
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It's always going to be the Sears Tower to me. I don't know who this Willis is and don't care to know.
Unless it's named after Bruce Willis, in which case I will start to call it Willis tower.
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If you're a pegasus you can relax the rule just a little bit. Also I always thought it was eight hours, so it's probably a good thing I'm not a pilot.
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Quarter Hour is fairly commonly used around where I live, too, although usually only as in 'quarter after' or 'quarter to'.
Although they're fairly logical to her, just like her switching between standard and metric to get close to a whole number. It does make you think though about some of the measurements we take for granted, but which are really rather odd. Why is hard liquor measured in fifths of a gallon rather than quarts?
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Before too long, the Silver Glow section of Meghan's YouTube is going to get a lot of subscribers. If there's some way for her to send back GoPro pictures from Equestria, than Meghan will never need to have a job.
Exactly. We send astronauts to the moon and climb mountains so why wouldn't a pegasus fly across Lake Michigan just for the sake of doing it?
I hope it does
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I would think that the transparent cells probably darken a bit over time due to exposure to light, so when she spends a lot of time flying over the water/over snow, she does get built-in shades. This being her first long over-water flight in at least eight months, and possibly more (since she was at college back in Equestria, too), she's probably lost some of that. Add to it some squinting to see Chicago through the haze, and you've got eyestrain.
I should start using a sixth of an hour all the time, just to confuse people.
(I answer the telephone "Ahoy, ahoy," which is a lot of fun.)
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Three would be better, because that would give you a more precise location (I think you need three to also get altitude). Actually, if Equestria is flat, I don't think they'd even need satellites; towers on top of mountains would do the trick.
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There's a number of reasonably ways to find your position with ground-based units, including various range-finding systems (even target boards, which they used to use in the Great Lakes and maybe still do), painted markings on the ground, rotating/flashing beacons, LORAN and other similar systems . . . and it's possible that some or most of Equestria has at least some land-based markers for pegasi.
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Barns in Equestria say "Chew Mail Pouch Alfalfa."
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That should be in the relationship guide for interspeices romances. "Pegasi and nesting behaviors--what you need to know."
I'd think that most pegasi probably don't poop in flight, at least not as a general rule. Unless they're really unhappy with whoever lives under them.
You've got to figure that that's happened historically.
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She's getting close to getting it all done.
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Maybe that's why RD wears shades. And the goggles they wear sometimes in canon could very well have UV-blocking lenses in them.
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Correct. The reason for the early, 1000' limitation, was that that's below the minimum for aircraft over cities (there are exceptions, but as a general rule, airplanes can't fly under a thousand feet over a city).
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I built a tire fort once. That was kind of fun.
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She can't help that she's relentlessly adorable.
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One time on a theatre gig, my girlfriend and I raided everyone else's hotel room for pillows so we could build a pillow fort. I feel bad for the maids who had to sort that all out after we left, 'cause we had something like thirty pillows in our room and a bunch of other rooms down the hallway had none.
So the Epic Flight of Pegasus One was on my birthday. Touche.
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Oh, that's excellent! That will be something to remember in the future
Towel nest is adorable.
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What is it with Mayor Daley, for us not versed in the Chicago politics?
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The Daley family is a Chicago dynasty, and they were probably in tight with the mobsters in the 20s (as I recall, many politicians from Illinois end their service in jail for corruption).
In this specific case, there was an airport on Northerly island--Meigs Field (it was the default starting airport in Microsoft Flight Simulator IIRC). Daley wanted it gone since the 90s, but got overruled by the state, and the airport got a 25 year operating agreement in 2001.
After 9/11, Daley claimed it was a security risk and in 2003, bulldozed the runway while it was still an active airport. He never got permission from the FAA, nor did he provide any warning to airmen. A scheduled flight to the airport had to be diverted, since the runway was unusable, and aircraft that were on the ground were trapped there.
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One of the Daleys was mayor of Chicago during the 68 riots. Google the "Chicago 7" -too long to post on my phone
Good reason to use the snooze alarm, more time to be awake and cuddle! Though she was doing that even before the cuddles, and I do it too. Helps you wake up slowly and get yourself moving.
Yes Silver, no clothes could be better, but it's still some time before Pony is able to convince most people of that.
D'awwww, leaving some treats for Mr. Mouse, such a sweet little pony.
New thing to add to Silver's tech gear, a bluetooth headset for her phone so she can use it in the air.
'Sixth of an hour' Oh Silver.... so adorable.
Dori is best ATC, being worried is SIlver changes plans,
I not Silver says she knows 'her territory' she's already laid claim to it all and considers it hers. More proof she is the vanguard of the cuddliest, and most friendly invasion ever. Much like how it's the light posts fault for being in her way. Just, the little quirks of how she words things is amazing.
I love that it's not messing with the other bird that makes her not buzz the golf course.
Hey, for a guy with a new high tech toy, figuring out how it works IS playing with it. Or at least as much fun!
D'awwww, do love how she's opened up to her handlers more over time and now nuzzle and hugs them like friends
Heh, get lost and see if it can find her. Have one of her friends blindfold her and drive her out to the middle of nowhere to test it.
Silly watch setting defaults not being set for pegasus speeds.
Silver should have gone over to say high to the silly humans failing at flying.
Setting out anchovies made her less restless, silly silly pony being all cute and silly and adorably nervicited.
Again, TOO MUCH CUTE! Apologizing to the scared birdies for her leaving early.
Reserve fuel tanks are full of nom grade hay and ready to go. Also, why do I have the image of her 'cleaning up' that hay just by nommin it up?
Herlittle speil about not wanting to worry Meghan, but knowing she'd be worried, but which would worry her less, again, HHHRRRRNNNNGGGG!!!!!! This keep up, I'm going to start billing you for my insulin.
Yeah.... "Follow that pegasus" is certainly not a charter you get everyday.
I made a note about having no idea what he was talking about with Mayor Daley, but reading the comments... wow.... yeah.... fuck that asshole.
"Emergency Pegasus Rescue Beacon" If he could get away with it, Mr Salvatore would have her wear that at all times.
Guessing he prepped the local ATC about the pegasus flight given how quick they responded?
So isolated, but she flies on, being awesome.
Also, another addition to her flight gear, some goggles, with optional shade attachments.
Giving the smart little watch a kiss for being a good guide.. yup....yup.. I can feel the diabetic coma starting. TOO MUCH CUTENESS!!!!!!
So, guessing he also tipped O'Hare off about inbound Pegasus, and the first ATC simply hadn't gotten the note?
Yes, and what pony wants is what matters, so turn that wind around right now!
Pegasus One has touched down and is in need of emergency cooling and refilling the water tanks.
"Worth it!" YAY! Happy,proud pony!
Of course you need to get some pictures of this.
Becuase it's there, what more reason do you need to do it?
And Silver is already so used to her servitor that she misses having her wing preening done for her.
If you want to take the pony fishing, just take the pony fishing. That is a missed opportunity, they could really have some fun together him showing her how humans fish and her trying it out, then catching more fish then him the pony way.
Drunk pegasus flying all around the city would be awesome! Though even more fun would be it in New York, and just how little anyone gives a fuck. Cayenne's handlers should be thankful for small favors, imagine if she was a pegasus.
Towel.... nest..... that's it... everything's going dark..... can't breath......... maximum... cutdorableness!
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Yeah, maximum morning cuddle time is the very best.
True, but I bet plenty of people would ultimately be willing to adhere to the pony lifestyle. Never have to do laundry again? Sign me up.
Mousie gotta eat.
Getting ever closer to the FAA’s goal of loading her up with so much equipment she can’t fly.
If nothing else, pony has taught them that she knows a thing or two about weather, and if she’s diverting because of it, ATC had better pay attention, regardless of what their weather radar might happen to say.
It’s not like anypony--or anybird--is competing for ‘her territory.’ Which does make me wonder if pegasi are sort of territorial.
And yeah, she does always have a great way with words.
That’s a good reason. Hawky bird’s got it handled, no need for Silver to get in the mix.
Our trainer always said that whenever we’re bored at work, we should get out our tool and play with it.
They really are her friends. Even if Mr. Salvatore pretends sometimes to be aloof, he’s really not.
That would have been a great test for her watch.
I know, right? Total oversight by the watchmakers, if you ask me.
If she found a good perch on a cloud, she could even sneak up on them, which would be really funny.
It’s important to know that you’ve got extra fuel available for the long flight.
I guarantee you birds get into a routine and probably get upset when that routine is changed.
Of course she’s just going to nom it up to clean it. That’s the best way to get it done.
It’s a good thing to think about, especially going forward, since Meghan worries about birdpone flying. Sometimes it’s better to not know until later, although of course if the worst did happen, she’d forever regret not telling Meghan before.
It’s really not. Assuming he got told beforehand, and also assuming Mr. Salvatore is prepared (which he is), there’s probably some rescue equipment aboard the boat in case it’s needed, and you can be sure that Mr. Salvatore has a good pair of binoculars trained on her.
Mr. Salvatore has trolling down pat. Use his fed powers to have her land at Meigs Field/Northerly Island, and you can bet that he’ll use every ounce of his spare time to turn Northerly Island into an approved pegasus landing field.
He’s probably thought about that before. He’s got the conflicting interests of wanting her to be able to fly free, but also be able to get to her wherever she is.
Also, odds are that he wouldn’t be the only one getting there; the Coast Guard would likely dispatch a helicopter and a boat to her location ASAP.
Oh, yeah. That and making sure that they did clear her in to Meigs.
It’s really strange being out in the lake, because a lot of times at lower altitudes, the haze hides everything when you think it wouldn’t. I can confirm that I checked last time I sailed out of Holland with my parents; seven miles out on a summer day you can barely see the shore.
Snow goggles actually wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.
Presumably, all the supervisors know, but the first guy on the radio might not know for sure. Or might know that this is a priority case and he’s got to hand it up to a higher-ranking individual (not entirely sure how ATC hierarchy works).
Enough pegasi, and they could.
There’s another thing that the airborne refulling ponies could do.
If they wanted to set up a more regular course across the lake, a few pegasi could set up midpoint clouds. Plenty of moisture to make it happen.
Just like swimming the English Channel . . . there are plenty of better ways to do it, but none of them have the same sense of satisfaction at the very end as doing it yourself.
That’s a picture that’s going up on Mr. Salvatore’s wall, for sure. Plus, if they have a competition for best picture of their pony among the helpers (and they probably do), he’s got this month’s winner.
Exactly!
Meghan totally should have skipped work and gone along with her. Either followed in the boat, or found some other way to get to Chicago.
Her fishing techniques actually are unlikely to work in deep water, since most of the fish are too far down for her to see. But closer inland, she’s got a great advantage.
A drunk pegasus flying around NYC would cause all manner of headaches. Probably they’d try to track her with a helicopter or two, as much as they could, and units following around on the ground.
And yeah, on the one hand they’re lucky she’s not a pegasus; on the other hand, she is a unicorn, and that comes with its own special set of problems.
Doesn't work very well in Canada, at least if you aren't an actual pony.
I love that she still calls them skyscratchers.
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Not with that attitude
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There are times when it’s good to learn the right word for something, and there are times when it’s better to get it adorably wrong.
Cut to a couple of really confused fish.
It's Cherilyn, how dare you.
Superfluid "a". LOL
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"It's a miracle from the gods!"
Fixed, thank you!
Also fixed!