The speed which Spitfire was maintaining was astounding, I dare say this easily rivaled a plane back home, far more convenient as well. If this is what flying feels like, I can't wait to learn how to use my wings, at the moment they were nothing but dead weight; I can't even get them to move, they feel like they are not even attached, but the wind thrusting against them reminded me they were.
A journey that should have taken hours was reduced to minutes, a populous of white blobs started to come in to focus, closer and closer I could see them slowly taking shape, some turning into buildings, others remaining but blurs. I was still awe stricken, this was the most exhilarating thing since getting here.
We slowly decreased in speed, now going as fast as perhaps walking pace, Spitfire removed her goggles with one of her free forehooves, her mane seeming to fall back into shape. Mine however sadly can’t have the same said for it, what was something of morning hair, now was pinned back, as if it was still catching up to us.
As Spitfire carried me through this cloud metropolis, I could not but feel amazed at the architecture of the buildings, the difference alone in style compared to the town we had just left. Upon different clouds stood large proud buildings, the only description I can think of would be to say they are themed like Greek temples. Though the majority of it was white, luscious colors fell from a few of the clouds, from solitary colors to full blown rainbows, trickling down like water to the ground so far below. I don’t know how they liquefied rainbows, but at this point, having been turned in to a Pegasus, being able to stand on clouds and traveling faster than I thought possible, I really should not be so surprised.
I could not help but feel embarrassed. Almost everypony flying by, or walking along was staring up at us. My first thought was because it was Spitfire, than I realized they were looking at me, well more precisely looking at Spitfire carrying me. I can’t really blame them, their faces bewildered as to why a Pegasus, who seemed completely fine was being carried. Unable to take the looks any more, I looked up to Spitfire, her head still fixated on whatever destination she had in mind, she seemed to pay no heed to the looks around her, probably used to the attention by now, even if it is not completely focused on her. Using my head to nudge her chest, she looked down, a puzzled and slightly annoyed look hung across her face.
“Hey, can we walk from here?” She looked at me confused, but I think she understood why. My hooves touched the cloud, a strange feeling and a little scary, the last time I was on one of these was when I had almost died. I looked around, it seemed a few ponies were still staring at me, as if waiting for me to explain to them, others seemed to have gotten bored and carried on with whatever they were doing prior.
“So where are we going exactly?” My eyes still taking in the new surroundings, Spitfire landed next to me, ignoring the gasps and whispering around us, somehow we had managed to create a circle, a celebrity force field would probably be more appropriate.
“To the Colosseum, It’s not far ahead” Her voice seem to trail off as she walked ahead, I followed behind her, trying not to make eye contact with the various ponies staring at us. I tried to focus on other things, the buildings, the colors, the scale of the clouds we were walking on, where we were going, the ponies flying above us, even the odd crack in the cloud that showed just how high we were. It really was breathtaking, I was enjoying the placid scenery so much that I walked right into Spitfire's flank, I glanced at her apologetically as she announced our arrival at our destination. Before I could utter a word, my jaw dropped...
“We’re here” I glanced at her apologetically for bumping in to her, but before I could let a word escape my mouth, it was too late, my jaw had dropped, in front of us was a monolith of a building, stretching both vertically and horizontally as far as I could see. Once more Spitfire walked ahead, leaving me to looking dumbstruck. Suddenly noticing her absence, I quickly chased after her, though I had lost her in the maze of corridors that stemmed off from one of the many entrances. I contemplated waiting for her here, but why not take the chance to look around?
Walking from room to room, down corridor after corridor I found myself at a dead end. Turning around I saw two ponies approaching me, both wearing costumes from the poster. One stood about the same height as Spitfire, a Winter snow colored mane, with a tail to match, her eyes hidden behind her goggles. The other slightly taller, broader, most likely a male, followed next to her. His mane a dark blue though the light illuminated parts, tinting them a lighter shade.
“Hello?” My single word seemed to freeze both of them, both slowly turning their head to face me, it was intimidating to say the least, the white walled corridor suddenly felt a lot narrower. I could not be sure, but if they were not wearing their goggles I am positive bemused eyes would be staring at me now.
“Hey? Can we help you?” The white maned pony stepped forward, her posture a little more relaxed.
“I’m a little lost, I was following Spitfire, but we got separated near the entrance...”
“You were following her?” Clearly some sort of accusation.
“Not like that, she brought me here to meet the Wonderbolts, from your outfits I assume you are them?” They both looked at each other, probably trying to discern if I was telling the truth, or was just playing dumb.
“Yes we are... Who are you?” It sounded like she was trying to catch me out.
“My Name is Lucid, Spitfire hired me to help with the management” I looked back, trying to match their expression. Quickly their expressions changed, from distrustful glares to mischievous grins. They both seem to relaxed, and walked over to me, the Male locking my head against his chest with his arm, then dragging me down the corridor laughing.
After a few minutes of being dragged by my head through the winding corridors, we reached a door. ‘Wonderbolts Lounge, Permitted access only’ They have their own room? I know their famous, but I was expecting at most a changing room, not an entire room. Stepping in, my head was released. I looked around the room, it was a large open room, the walls plastered with posters of the Wonderolts, next to the door were cupboards hung from the wall, looking forward there were various couches positioned oddly around a small clutter topped table.
“Welcome to your new work station” the male Wonderbolt jokingly stated, at least I hope he was joking.. Both of them walked over, slouching onto the couches and began taking off their costumes. I stood there at the door, still waiting for some sort of explanation, what were they talking about?
A few moments later both had stripped out of their costumes, and flung them at me, both missing and landing either side of me. The male like his mane had a blue coat, though a more sky blue color the solid blue, his eyes.. who cares about his eyes, My eyes darted over to the mare, her coat was light grey, similar to mine but with more grey than white, her eyes were aqua blue, I probably stared at her longer then I should have..
“Ahem...” I could feel the scowl drilling into the back of my head, shakily turning around to see a pissed off Spitfire, I could hear the other two laughing at me, though Spitfire ‘s expression refused to change. “Hmp” Did I do something wrong? Whatever I did she did not seem too happy.
“Soarin, Fleetfoot, this is Lucid, he is going to be our new errand pony” Wait errand pony!? I thought I was going to help manage?!
“Errand pony?” I tried to hide the anger from my voice “I Thought you said I was helping out with management?”
“You are, you’re helping management out by doing errands so they don’t have too”
I knew this was too good to be true, but It was something. Really what’s the worst they would make me do?