"Scootaloo?" Sweetie Belle squinted her eyes at the silhouette in front of her.
"Oh, hey, Sweetie Belle. I didn't see you back there."
"What are you doing standing on the cliff? Are you waiting for the sunset? Is that it?" Sweetie Belle asked. ”You’re standing awfully close to the edge, you know?”
"Sweetie Belle, do you know how you sometimes can't do something, but when it matters the most, you end up doing it regardless?" Scootaloo looked forward.
“Umm…” Sweetie Belle puckered her eyebrows. "Like what?"
"Like flying." Scootaloo jumped forth.
"Scootaloo, no!" Sweetie Belle yelled at the empty cliff edge in front of her.