Blue Skies

by WinterTwister


Blue Skies: Final

“I really think you should do the top hat.”
“Dude... no thanks.”
“C’mon! You know this thing is awesome.” Spike grinned as he lightly nudged at Soarin’s shoulder with an elbow while he waved the dapper hat near his muzzle. “Got to look fancy dontcha?” He smirked as he slowly began to gravitate the hat towards his friend’s head.
“Spike I said no.” Soarin’ said in a stern voice and started to glare at his friend, moving away from the prodding elbow and hat. He walked away from the nudging elbow with his head hung low and made way to a tall mirror that he stood in front of, lazily looking over himself.
“... Sorry dude…” Spike sighed and flipped the hat in the air. It landed softly onto his own head in a half-worn lazy fashion. Spike crossed his arms and looked over at his friend, he wasn’t offended at the glare. It was a busy day that was going to really change how he felt about life, it was understandable to be a little nervous.
After a deep breath he looked into the mirror at his own reflection. There stood his mostly normal self, his same relaxed sleep-marked eyes, his long blue mane, and now sporting a tuxedo. “S-sorry Spike… didn’t mean to snap.” He said vacantly as he stared into his reflection, trying to force a smile at himself… but it dropped the moment it shone through.
“It’s fine. I know it's the big day- I didn’t need to be bugging you.” The heavy dragon walked over to his friends side to lay a palm gently on the colt’s shoulder. “No rush… we have plenty of time. Anything you need off your chest before we head out?”
There was plenty of little thoughts, just the things that everyone carries with them. He closed his eyes as he thought about all the things that he’d done in the past, so many stupid little things that either made him cringe. Things like that crash that happened a little over a year ago was his crowning achievement of stupid acts. It left him flight challenged, and he now had trouble even shifting his wings around. He could hardly call himself a pegasus and it hurt his pride. Soarin’ really just wished that he could have done some things in life a little differently. He could have spoken more with his father in the past, been more stern about it so maybe they both could have been happier, instead of just running away from it. Everyone has their what ifs of life. All he could think about right now is how he could have been better for Twilight. Everything just made him feel incomplete… he could have been stronger and wiser for her. But now everything was rushing forward again, a final tailwind. Now he had to live for two others than himself for real now.
Soarin’ opened his eyes up. “No... Not really, I just need another moment.” His gaze focused itself in the mirror. After a few moments he felt the room slowly begin to melt behind him and morph in an odd blur and he started to go deep into some memories memories. Each memory went by in a flash that all were leading up into who he was today. Soarin began to think about how his life couldn’t be planned especially since he never planned at all, things sort of just happened, life happens. Before the day he left he never planned to be in the air force. He just sort of went as an escape. He never planned to become a wonderbolt, the opportunity just arrived and it sounded like fun. He certainly never planned to fall head-over-hooves for Twilight, like everything else it just sort of happened. Ever since he left home years ago life just had this weird little tailwind at his back. All these things just kind of happened to him, it felt like; but now he was gaining more control over himself and now instead of riding things out he had to be the tailwind for Twilight and their coming child. This is what made him feel unready; he was losing the easygoing aspect of his life where he just… went. Now he was just floating here along the thick of things. He stood there for only a minute, but to him it seemed like hours sunk by as his speeding memories finally began to slow down. Like a roulette visiting over each piece of his life it was finally ending on the pleasant memories he created with Twilight. A smile finally cracked through his worried state and just stayed there, he wasn’t even aware of his smiling reflection as he was lost to the memories. However unlikely and however sudden he met Twilight he would just continued to not question it, perhaps it was just a final gift from the world before letting him go. Now he was beginning to realize that life had given him the end to his start- an end to his own tailwinds in exchange for something much more memorable and much more profound. The memories picked back up again, thinking of their trips together both long distance and not. The flowing memories were draining him of worry, speeding by in greater pace as it did before but then the flow stopped… all that remained in his mind right now was just an unmoving picture of Twilight. The mare who was endlessly beautiful in his eyes. She was just sitting up with her back to a tree in the middle of a field, her hooves resting peacefully in her lap. Twilight looked as if she had been frozen in mid-laugh, looking up at Soarin’ as if he had done something funny to cause it. Then he realized that maybe… he was complete. Even with all his blunders, those blunders mixed with everything positive and thats what made him Soarin’.
Spike watched Soarin’ space out, he was about to snap his fingers to bring him out of the state but when that smile creeped across his muzzle he started grinning himself. Spike pulled his claws away from his shoulder. He turned away to let his friend build up his courage, adjusting his hat as he went.
“I’m ready…”
Spike heard those words as they came soft and turned his head to see Soarin’. In the just the few moments that he turned away from the stallion he became something else. His friend now stood tall with confidence and a smile bright enough to light a room. “Feeling better now?”
Soarin’ nodded and left the mirror to join Spike so they could leave together. Spike opened up the door for them both.
“You really ready for this?”
“You know I am, let’s get rollin’, best dragon.”


Everything passed by so quickly, his impatience drowned out everything as he stood at the altar with his eyes glued to the large doors, awaiting his bride to come through. He ignored the crowd of people talking idly while everyone was waiting for the ceremony to begin. Anxiety left him huffing out breaths in his nose. Once this was over everything would go smoothly, he would try to plan and do his best. Not much longer after this ceremony and he would have a full family of his own finally, not much longer and he would do his best to be there for his family, not much longer and-
His thoughts were cut off when the doors finally swung open slowly and the crowd hushed itself quickly. There stood his wife-to-be, clad in a beautiful dress and a big smile on her face as her father accompanied her. As she started to walk forward to the altar with their eyes pinned to each other, ignoring the distant families on both sides.
As she drew closer they both had one final thought before the rest of their lives would be kicked off into the unknown.
“Like him, life is going to be crazy and fun.”
“Like her, life is going to be beautiful. Just like the clear Blue Skies.”