“Would you like something to eat, ‘Dash?”
“No, dad. I’m full.”
Bow Hot Hoof stepped into the dining room, where his daughter quietly sat. Plastered across the table were countless newspaper clippings of Wonderbolts achievements and openings throughout the years.
Rainbow silently shuffled the papers to the most recent articles, an unblinking stare gazing down upon each word that passed her eyes.
Fluttershy, former Wonderbolt trainer, leaves show biz for medical institute upon hearing of friend’s potential recovery.
She trained the Wonderbolts?!
Rainbow flipped the page, presenting to herself names, events, and ponies that she never knew existed.
The Wonderbolts held a charity fund for me? she thought, her eyes skimming the relevant article.
What else is there that I don't know yet?
After what seemed like hours of pouring over events of the past, the mare was shaken back into reality by a loud crash from outside.
"MAIL DELIVERY!" shouted a strikingly familiar wall-eyed mare, dropping the letters onto the floor as she pulled herself from the newly-created hole in the wall.
Smiling, Rainbow gently picked up the envelopes littering the floor. At least one pony was still the same.
"Hey-o, Derps!" Rainbow cheered, helping the pegasus from the wall. Another burst of various packages and letters fell to the floor as she did so.
Derpy frowned. "Do I know you?" she asked, leaning down to scoop up the dropped mail, "I think I do, but I'm not completely sure if I know, so I'm asking if you know so that I can kno--"
"Flight competitions." Rainbow answered, "You used to constantly take first, remember? And then... well, I might've overtaken you..." she looked down to her stump that was once a wing. "Not that I'll be doing that anymore..."
Derpy gasped. "Dashie?!" she exclaimed, gripping the mare in a tight hug, "I thought you were dead!"
"'Dash?" Hot Hoof called, rapping lightly on his daughter's bedroom door, "You awake?"
A loud crash emanated from within, sending the panicked father hurling into the room.
"RAINBOW!" he burst in fear, before finding himself catching his tongue. Before him were two mares-- his daughter, and the mare who he had once pushed Rainbow to challenge. Not that the rivalry mattered anymore. His daughter was busy in a pillowfight.