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// A bit of self discovery. 
// Story: Was there a memo I didn't get? 
// by Galaneth 
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	Having the majority of possible immediate solutions certainly did not bode well for my nearly diminished patience. I couldn't have used everything at my disposal yet, so what have I not thought of that could possibly fix this predicament? I know things are getting worse but maybe I need to take a step back for a moment. I mean, easier said than done, but there has to be something I have at my disposal right now that I have overlooked.

That thought process had given me an ever so tiny foothold on my current state of panic as I began to calm down just enough to let myself take a deep breath. Which in turn allowed me to begin relaxing, and as a result I felt something brush against my sides as it drooped down from the relaxing of the muscles. It was then that a possibility was starting to form in the reaches of my mind.

“These aren’t just any kind of wings.” I say aloud to more or less let the premise register.

“These are pegasus wings, and if there is anything I learned from being a brony, then it would be they don’t work anything like normal feathers.”

Turning my attention to the wings on my back, I began to move them around experimentally to see if I couldn’t get individual feathers to move independently. Sure enough, I was able to get the longest one of my right wing to bend and move in different ways that shouldn’t be allowed under normal logic. Kind of like a cat's or spider monkey's tail. Anyway, now armed with a new possible way I return my attention to the door knob. This time I place my right fore hoof on the door for the traction, and being able to turn it while wrapping the longest feather of my right wing around the rest of the knob. After a twist here and an awkward three hoofed shuffle backwards, by Luna’s mane I was finally able to get that door open. Take that you evil chunk of metal!

With the door knob problem finally overcome I then proceeded to bathroom just across from my door in the hallway. Is it bad that I completely ignored the toilet and continued to the walk in shower next door instead to relieve myself? Yes, I did turn on the shower nozzle for a moment to drain it out, and it was considerably more forgiving than that brass demon attached to my door. Did I mention that I had the presence of mind to step out before I turned it on? Also for some reason I find it necessary to inform the reader that the nature of this was only liquid, and that I dread for when the other waste function becomes involved.

Talking about that is starting to make me feel VERY uncomfortable, so I’m gonna move on now as there are other issues at the moment that probably need to be addressed. For starters, what do I look like now? During my recently solved plight it had skipped my mind to actually take a much closer look to what I am now. I got it down that I now had four legs instead of two, fur covering my skin, hooves at the end of my legs, and feathered wings on my back.

With all that information gathered at once it should be obvious as to what happened to me, but I still had to see it with my own eyes. Therefore I then proceeded to the bathroom I mentioned earlier, and stood up on my hind legs to place my front ones for balance on the bathroom sink. The simple way to put what I saw was, a brightly colored pastel pony staring back and me. I’d want to call it a shocking sight but that would be a lie at this point, as my mind seemed to start numbing things down in response my waking experience. At least that’s the best I can come up with right now to attempt as an explanation.

Anyway, back to the situation at hoof, which involved myself having a staring contest with the pony in the mirror. The previous discoveries have left me to the evidence that what I’m looking at is with a very high probably my new reflection. Because of that, and for the sake of my own sanity, I will just accept that I am now a pegasus and move on to the next point. Which would be my coat and mane, while I actually do like them there’s one thing that nags at me.

You see, my coat is a very light blue, I would like to say maybe a shade or three lighter than cyan. Following that my mane, which is oddly long and spiked at the end, is a vivid orange accented with pale yellow streaks running through it. My eyes also a pale yellow similar to my streaks but it’s kinda hard to tell if they’re darker or lighter than the hair. Anyway, with all that finally described, I can now get the the point I was wanting to get at.

If you take the colors I described at their base, I look like what might happen if Soarin and Spitfire had an illegitimate love-child... I mean, I guess if I think about it enough the idea did kinda sound cool, yet something just kinda bugged me about it for some reason. Before I over think that one I need to move on and see about the rest of myself. That and I’m pretty sure you’re wondering why I’m taking the idea of walking on all fours in strides. Allow me to take a moment from reality to explain that prospect for you.


Lecture begin!



A bit of music to set the mood?


For starters, walking actually wasn’t too hard of a concept because as a child, I put way too much thought in the idea. Needless to say, watching FIM has also caused me to put even more thought into the concept. My walking simply involves me following the motion of a normal bipedal walk only with two sets at the same time by moving my right side then my left. For a good visual reference take a look at any FIM episode that involves slow paced walking, season 1 episode 3 if you feel don’t feel like skimming through all the episodes.

Now going on to the idea of a faster pace like a jog, or trot if you will, that is when the idea of alternating steps in the front to back start to come into play. The way I picture it most of the time is more of a kind of skipping motion as it looks like more of a way to lightly kick off the ground. I should also take the time to say that at the current moment I’m more discussing theory, as I would be getting far too ahead of myself since I’ve yet to move at any pace above a walk.

Moving on to the next one would be a run, or gallop if you prefer, is actually the most silly one for me. You see, when I refer to the idea of the motion in my head, I actually use a part of a Disney movie known as The Lion King as a visual reference. When Simba runs back to the pride lands after being convinced of this duty. They a decently long clip of quadrupedal running allowing you to observe the motion in detail. The action itself is rather simple as it is more or less a series of leaps instead of a continual motion. I think one way to put it is that while the back legs kick off, the front legs move forward to counterbalance the new momentum. Then once the back legs shift enough to get back into position to kick off allowing the process to repeat.


End of Lecture!


It may have been the overall flow of the details distracting me, but as a brony I’m actually embarrassed to let it be known that I forgot to check if I had a cutie mark. So yeah, let me address that for a moment, which I began by letting myself back down to all four hooves on the ground. When I looked back at my flank I was greeted with an emblem that consisted of two parts. The first being a white four point star turned about forty five degrees tailed by a streak that seemed to indicate movement, while the star is backed by a simplified depiction of the sun.

Once I got a good enough look at the mark, there was one thought that surfaced and really kinda left me at a bit of an impasse. That thought being.

“What now?”