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// A New Trick, Maybe? 
// Story: Pipp’s Wings 
// by Creativa-Artly01 
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Two years later, with her seventh birthday, Pipp and Queen Haven go into a meeting with the royal doctors. “So, why are we here?” Inquires the Queen with a sigh as she looks at the little filly hiding behind her hooves, unsure to what is even going on. 

“There is a possible solution to maybe help your daughter fly in the future,” says the doctor as he holds the X-ray of the young princess’s wings in his own. 

“Okay, what? You know I’ll do anything for my daughter,” responds Queen Haven, a shakiness in her voice as she’s on the verge of tears. 

“They’re called cloud sleeves, your Majesty. They hold up the wing so that the affected Pegasus can catch a breeze and fly,” responds the doctor back. He bends down in front of Pipp, “What do you say, princess? Do you want to give it a go? Give it a try?” 

“Uh, um,” responds Pipp nervously, “um. I’ve always wanted to fly.” 

“Okay,” responds the doctor with a nod. “Okay. We’ll get you fitted for those tomorrow morning, okay?” 

“Okay,” responds Pipp with a nod. “Okay.” She looks at her mother with pouty eyes. “Can we please go enjoy my birthday, now?” 

“Sure,” responds Queen Haven with a smile as she lifts her youngest onto her back with her wing, “sure.” They then leave the hospital ward of the castle and make their way elsewhere to go enjoy presents and birthday cake with Zipp and with Armistice. 

“Where were you, mom?” Inquires Zipp curiously of her mother. 

“It’s not your business, Zephyrina,” Queen Haven politely yet firmly reminds her eldest. “Let’s just enjoy your sister’s birthday, okay?” 

“Okay,” responds Zipp with a huff. “Okay.” 

A few minutes later, things change as they slice the cake and hand the pieces around. Afterwards, they dive into the present giving. “Pipp, do mine first,” says Zipp with a smile as she hands the small, long, pink colored box to her sister. “I really think you’re going to like it.” 

“Okay,” responds Pipp with a nod and a smile as she takes the box from her sister and opens it, her eyes going wide when she sees what’s inside. “Zipp, you didn’t?” Squeals the seven year old filly. “You didn’t?” 

“Didn’t what? Buy you the microphone you’ve been begging for for months, yeah I did,” responds Zipp with a chuckle as she holds her little sister close to her in a hug with her wings, “I’m glad you love it. Go on, sing us something, Pipp.” 

“Okay,” responds Pipp with a smile as she turns on the microphone. “Okay…” She then begins to sing at last, absolutely beaming as she does, forgetting that she’s even different at all, as she sings. As she sings, her flank begins to glow. 

“Sis, sis,” says Zipp, “look at your flank!” 

“Okay,” responds Pipp with a nod as she stops singing and looks at her glowing flank. “Is that?” 

“Yeah, it’s your cutie mark,” responds Zipp. She throws her little sister in the air gently with her wings. “You got your cutie mark!” 

“Zipp, careful,” she is soon reminded by her mother. “Don’t drop your sister, please.” 

“Okay, sorry, mom,” responds Zipp apologetically as she carefully lowers Pipp back down to the ground. “Sorry I got carried away.” 

“It’s all good, Zephyrina, really,” Queen Haven reassures her eldest. “It’s just your sister is more fragile than you are, so you need to be more careful with her. That’s all. Does that make sense?” 

“Yes, mom, it does,” responds Zipp with a nod. “It does.” She then sits down once more and they all listen on as Pipp begins to sing a concert for all of them once more, a smile on her face all the while as she does.