//------------------------------// // Chapter 68 // Story: The Winning Failure // by marley //------------------------------// Chapter 68 Rainbow Dash and Windy left and went to Frost's room. They knocked and Frost answered. She was dressed in her dark blue flight suit and had added a golden ribbon to her tail in a tight diamond pattern for a few hoof lengths below the base. “Hi Windy, Dash,” said Frost, “come on in. I was just going through some mail. Let me open this package and we'll go eat.” Frost walked over to her bed and started to unwrap a parcel. “I'm surprised that you didn't wear one of your new suits, Dash.” “I really wanted to,” said Dash, “but they're for the shows. I decided to just wear my gold one. It looks good and I still love it.” “This package is from Ponyville,” said Frost, “no name on the return address.” Rainbow Dash pondered who might have sent it. The size and shape of the package reminded her of the one Pinkie Pie had sent her. She nudged Windy and had her back up a few steps. “I don't know,” said Dash, “it might be from one of my friends. I doubt that any business there is big enough to offer you an advertizing job.” Frost opened the box and it exploded in a shower of confetti and streamers. Frost stumbled backwards as several balloons squeezed out of the box. “Gaah!” shouted Frost. “Dash did you do this?” Rainbow Dash was on the floor laughing. Frost grabbed a piece of cloud from her bed with her teeth and whacked her over the head with it. “No! Stop,” choked Dash, “I didn't do it. Look inside the box.” Frost cautiously nudged the box with an extended hoof. Nothing happened so she peered inside. There was a note from Pinkie Pie congratulating her on making the team. Frost chuckled. “Okay Dash,” said Frost, “that was pretty amazing.” “She got me with one too,” said Dash, “did you get one Windy?” “No,” said Windy, “but I haven't opened any of my packages for a few days.” “Well make sure some of the team is around when you do,” said Frost. “It's about time us rookies got a little payback for the tricks they've been pulling on us.” Dash and Windy laughed and agreed with Frost. Together they left Frost's room and headed to the dining hall. A few of the team were already there and eating. They were surprised to see Spitfire dressed in a deep crimson flight suit with gold trim. She was alone so they decided to join her. “Hi Spitfire,” said Dash. “Looks like you're dressed up for your special somepony.” Spitfire giggled at the thought. “No, just Soarin. He asked me to go to the show tonight and it sounded like fun. I need to unwind a little. The three of you look lovely. That's a different look for you, Windy. Black looks good on you.” “Thanks,” said Windyday, “I had a pony ask me 'who died?' this afternoon.” They all laughed at this. They sat and ate, except for Windy who was content with her tea. Spitfire questioned her about not eating and Windy explained her afternoons adventure. She included her escape back to the compound and her discussion with Soarin. Spitfire winced at the news about the reporter at the club. Frost, on the other hoof, became obviously upset. “That guy really was lucky,” said Frost. “If that had been me, he might have found himself trussed up and chucked over the edge of the city.” “Frost!” exclaimed Spitfire, “you wouldn't!” “I wouldn't, no,” said Frost, “it's like Soarin told Windy, imagine what some of these crazy fans might do. With me it's worse because some of the ponies I know are...likely to take a direct approach to administering justice. Just in case, I should probably put the word out to just let it go.” “Yes,” said Spitfire, tersely, “do that. It's one thing to defend yourself, it's quite another to allow something like that to happen.” “Oh, I agree,” said Frost, “but I know it's happened in the past. A friend of mine was robbed and roughed up by a couple of earth ponies in Manehatten once. Several Cloudsdale pegasi flew all the way there and taught them a lesson. No pony was ever arrested.” “Any pony I know?” asked Rainbow Dash. “I don't know,” replied Frost. She smiled. “Somehow I can't seem to remember their names or even what they looked like.” “I suppose that might be the reason that Twister left Cloudsdale so fast and didn't come back to defend herself,” said Spitfire. “Maybe,” said Frost, “I don't know how much she knew about things here in Cloudsdale. I don't remember her ever competing here. There was some talk after what happened to Moon Rain but I think Razor shut it down.” “Frost,” said Spitfire, “just what is Golden Sun? Is it a club for aerialists or a group of organized criminals?” “Oh, don't be so dramatic,” said Frost. “It's just that the ponies that I grew up with were not exactly the high class ponies you're probably used to. We couldn't afford lawyers. Cops didn't trust us. We had to look out for each other and take care of ourselves. It isn't just Golden Sun either, it's most of the ponies I used to hang out with. I think most of us turned out pretty good. Look at Dash.” “Yeah, Spitfire,” said Dash, “and you guys picked three other members of Golden Sun to try out for the Wonderbolts. You must have seen something in them.” “Yes we did,” said Spitfire, “but we didn't know about the teams shady side. Are you saying that Razor, Sunrise Cloud and Sweet Clover are involved in the kind of thing you're talking about?” “Well, Sunrise is just a really nice pony,” said Frost, “no pony would even think of asking her to do anything bad. Sweet Clover is kind of aggressive at times but is more like Sunrise. Razor is liable to do about anything if she gets a little urging from others. She's kind of a joker and has a weird sense of humor. She's a fierce fighter if she has to be but doesn't like to fight.” Spitfire shook her head. “Well, do what you can to stop anything from happening to that jerk you ran into last night. You might want to steer clear of Stratos for a while too. I know it stinks but it's the way things are. You all have to help maintain the reputation of the team.” The three new Wonderbolts all agreed to watch their step. Spitfire looked at them all in turn. Windy had the same serene look that she always did. That much had not changed about her and she still had a high sense of honor. Spitfire knew she could trust her. Rainbow Dash and Frost looked deadly serious. They would do as she asked just because she asked them to. She was their leader and they trusted her and that was enough for them. They had her back and Spitfire knew it. “Good,” said Spitfire, “enough of this talk. It's Saturday night and we should all try to enjoy it. I want to show you a way out of the compound so you can avoid those reporters if they're still at the gate.” Spitfire ignored the pleas for more details on the secret way out and the talk soon turned to flying. They ate their dinner while Windy had a second cup of tea and talked about the coming performance in Canterlot. Windyday was clearly looking forward to it. “It's too bad we can't get tickets for some of your friends,” said Spitfire. “That's the trouble with some of these royal gatherings, they aren't open to the public.” “It doesn't bother me,” said Frost, “I don't know anypony in Canterlot. It would be nice for Windy though.” “Celestia sent invitations to my parents,” said Windy. “That was nice of her. I doubt if any of the ponies I know there would be interested in coming to see me anyway.” “What?” said Frost, “Why not?” “You know how I was back then,” said Windy, “I wasn't really well liked.” “Oh...yeah,” said Frost, “I kinda forgot. Sorry.” “It's okay,” said Windyday, “I've come to terms with it. I hope I have a little time to try to make up with some of the ponies on my old team. I owe them the most.” “You should have,” said Spitfire, “we'll be spending the night and then head back to Cloudsdale the following afternoon. You won't have much time the day of the party. We'll arrive in the morning, familiarize ourselves with the terrain and do a run through. Of course there will be a lunch break and a long rest break before the show so you'll have a little time then. You might be able to squeeze in an hour right after we arrive but I can't promise anything. You'll have the following morning though and if you want to spend the night with your parents it's okay.” “How about you Dash?” asked Frost. “Are any of your friends going to be there?” “Just the other Elements, as far as I know,” said Dash. “I'm glad they'll be there but it was the Princesses that invited them.” “How do you know that?” asked Frost. “Celestia told me last week when she gave me the land for my house,” replied Dash. She took a bite of food and a drink of water. “Did she say anything else?” asked Spitfire. She found it amusing that Dash could talk so casually about the rulers of Equestria. Dash thought for a moment. “Not about the show but I did find out that Luna can see what goes on in Equestria at night. I told Frost about it. She saw me practicing.” “Where was this?” asked Spitfire. “I was practicing in Ponyville,” said Dash, “but she was in Canterlot. Freaky huh?” “Yeah,” said Spitfire, “very. She told you this?” “Uh huh,” said Dash, “she said she was looking forward to seeing me fly with her own eyes. I don't quite get that one.” “Interesting,” said Windyday, “it must be one of her powers. I don't know how much of Nightmare Moon was Luna and how much was...something else but if Celestia had to use the Elements of Harmony to stop her, Luna must be very powerful.” “I guess so,” said Dash. “It's okay, she's cool now. I think you'll like her.” She turned her attention to her dessert. Spitfire looked at Rainbow Dash and smiled. While such casual talk about the Princesses might be considered boasting or name dropping from other ponies, there was no hint of that in Dash's voice. They were just ponies to her. Unusual ponies perhaps, but ponies just the same. She started thinking about the ponies they had picked for the team. Windyday, cold as a glacier even under pressure but with emotional issues that Spitfire wasn't sure she wanted to explore. Frost, fierce and aggressive who was apt to take on anything if she felt she was in the right, regardless of the consequences. Despite Frost's explanation, Spitfire still suspected that she and her 'gang' were borderline criminals. Rainbow Dash, brash, daring and with an ego the size of the sky. Friends with ponies in the highest places and wielder of a powerful talisman, though it seemed to mean little to her. All she seemed to care about was her friends and being the best flier ever. 'Thank goodness Firewing will be back soon,' thought Spitfire, 'at least we picked one normal pony.' She chuckled to herself. Spitfire was roused from her revery by the arrival of Soarin. Soarin sat down and helped himself to a plate of food before speaking. “I managed to get the tickets,” he said at last, “but it wasn't easy. The only thing they had was in the first balcony and they wouldn't sell them except in a block of four. I managed to sell the other two to a couple of ponies that wanted to go too. Good seats though, two rows up in the first balcony and almost in the center.” “Great,” said Spitfire, “what do I owe you?” “I got it,” said Soarin. “It wouldn't be much of a date if I made you pay, would it?” “It's not a date,” said Spitfire. Soarin shielded his mouth from Spitfire with one hoof and silently said “It's a date” to the girls. Windyday and Frost snickered while Rainbow Dash cracked up. Spitfire blushed and repeated herself. “It's not a date!” she said. “Really.” She looked at the girls and then back to Soarin. “It looks like a date,” commented Soarin as he eyed Spitfire's outfit. Spitfire glared at Soarin. The girls were still laughing and drew her attention. “Do you three have any idea how difficult a team captain can make your lives?” she asked. Rainbow, Windy and Frost tried to stifle their laughter. It was no good. The attempt at not laughing just made them laugh harder. Spitfire buried her face in her hooves. Soarin enjoyed his joke and ate quickly. He still had to get cleaned up and into a flight suit. Spitfire raised her head. “Alright,” she said, “you can think what you want. If you three are done eating, I'll show you the secret way out of the compound.” “Good idea,” said Soarin, “there are still a few photographers and reporters near the gate.” Rainbow Dash groaned. “I hope it doesn't get like this in Ponyville.” “How many bedrooms will your new house have?” asked Windyday. “Three plus my own,” said Dash. “Why?” “I think I'll be visiting you often,” replied Windy. “I might need to get away from these reporters from time to time.” “You'll get used to it,” said Spitfire. “It's not like this all the time anyway but it can be inconvenient. Come on, I know it's not time to leave for the show yet but I have a few things to do before we go.” The three mares followed Spitfire outside and across the courtyard to the building that housed the offices. They walked through the foyer and to the left of a ramp leading upstairs. Rounding a corner behind the ramp, Spitfire swung open a Wonderbolts logo which revealed a passage just wide enough for a single pony to enter. “This is it,” said Spitfire. “This passage leads you to a building well outside the compound. It leads to only one place. There are no turns or side passages. All you have to do is follow it to the end. When the passage dead ends, you will see another Wonderbolts symbol. Push on it and the door will open onto a rooftop. That's all there is to it. It's dark inside even during the day so take one of the lanterns under the desk out front.” “Is it this narrow all the way through?” asked Frost. “No,” said Spitfire, “it's wider once you get in about five lengths.” “Pretty cool,” said Dash, “should we return the same way?” “If you want to,” said Spitfire, “but I like to just walk back in through the gate. Really freaks out the reporters that way.” “Thanks, Spitfire,” said Dash, “for everything I mean. We didn't mean to give you a hard time about Soarin. He was just joking, right?” “Why?” asked Spitfire, “are you interested in him?” The stunned look on Rainbow's face made them all laugh. “What?” said Rainbow Dash, “no, of course not! I mean, nothing against Soarin, but I just never thought of him that way. He probably doesn't think of me like that either.” “He's a stallion,” said Frost, “they think of all of us that way.” Spitfire laughed. “I was just teasing,” she said. “Frost is sort of right in Soarin's case though, he does like his mares.” “I guess that's why you told me to warn Fluttershy not to expect too much from him,” said Dash. “You're sure you're not trying to keep him for yourself?” Spitfire shook her head. “No, there was a time, maybe, when I was interested in him but that's long past. We're teammates and friends, but that's all. I've got to go. See you all tomorrow if not before.” Spitfire left the three mares at the secret passage. They talked for a moment about how to go about their escape. It was decided that Rainbow Dash would leave at once and go meet with Fluttershy. Windy and Frost would leave in half an hour and they would all meet Immelmane at the theater. Rainbow Dash got a lantern and entered the passage. It was as Spitfire had said. Some light did get in due to the construction being made of clouds but it was very dim. The passage sloped down for a short distance and then went straight and level for as far as Rainbow Dash could see. Time seemed to slow down and Dash felt that she would never get to the end. She was about ready to attempt flying, though the passage was barely wide enough to allow it, when it began to slope upwards. Rainbow Dash broke into a trot, anxious to get back outside. She soon arrived at the door. Rainbow Dash cautiously listened for a moment and slowly pushed the door open. She put down the lantern and stepped out onto the roof of a building. She looked around to get her bearings. The door had exited quite some distance from the compound and Fluttershy's hotel now lay between her and it. Dash smiled. This was convenient. All she had to do was get down and make her way to the hotel. Rainbow Dash spent a little time looking over the edge of the building until she found a side with a little used side street. She hopped over the edge and dropped, opening her wings only when she neared the ground. She trotted to the end of the street and poked her head around the corner. There were a few ponies about but most where off eating supper. Dash casually walked out and headed towards Fluttershy's hotel. Dash entered the hotel and was shown to Fluttershy's room. Fluttershy was putting on her flight suit when Dash entered. “Hello Rainbow,” said Fluttershy, “You're here early aren't you?” “A little,yeah,” said Dash, “minor change of plans. We're going to meet the others by ourselves. There are some reporters hounding Windyday and maybe the rest of us too, so we had to sneak out. There was no way to tell you so I left early. We have a few minutes before we have to leave so you can take your time.” “Alright,” said Fluttershy. “This isn't about last night, is it?” “Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash, “there was a reporter at the club last night. He saw that little fracas when we left and now I guess he thinks there's a story.” “That's too bad,” said Fluttershy, “I'm sure it will blow over soon.” “I think it will,” said Dash. “Soarin and Spitfire don't seem too worried about it. Go ahead and finish getting dressed and we'll go.” Fluttershy finished getting into her flight suit and Dash helped her comb out her mane. Dash checked herself out in the mirror, gave a shrug and decided it would do. Since they would be flying she thought her mane would get a little mussed anyway. The theater was on a different section of cloud and the pair flew over most of the city before spiraling down to land in front of the building. Immelmane was already there but Frost and Windyday were not. “Hi, Mr. Immelmane,” said Rainbow Dash, “I guess Windy and Frost aren't here yet.” “No,” replied Immelmane, “but it's still a bit early.” “Thanks,” said Dash, “it was a real temptation to wear one of the new suits. Maybe I'll wear them to events like this after the seasons over.” “That gold one still looks good on you,” said Immelmane. “Fluttershy, that one suits you quite well too. I can't believe the change in you from when you were small. Wait until you see the dancers tonight, you're really going to enjoy this.” Fluttershy blushed. “Thank you so much, Mr. Immelmane, I appreciate this a lot. I've never been to anything like this before. I guess I left Cloudsdale too soon.” “You're always welcome to return, you know,” said Immelmane. “Cloudsdale can always use another talented mare.” “No,” said Fluttershy, “I couldn't do that. I have my animals to care for.” “Animals?” said Immelmane, “that's unusual for a pegasus.” “I suppose,” said Fluttershy, “but it's my special gift. I've been doing it for years, even before Rainbow Dash came to Ponyville.” “You'd have to see her cottage to believe it,” said Dash. “Are we going to perform there this year?” “Perhaps,” said Immelmane, “Ponyville is rather small but we do visit a few small towns. If there's a gap between the big shows or time at the end of the season we can usually fit a couple in.” “It would be great if we could perform there,” said Dash. “I'd like to show you around.” Their conversation was interrupted by the hasty arrival of Frost and Windyday. They came in fast and pulled up hard in order to land. Behind, at some distance, a group of reporters and photographers pursued them. “Come on,” said Frost, “let's get inside. They spotted us when we were about halfway here.” Rainbow Dash became angry and refused to budge. “No,” she said, “if they want a picture, let them take it. We didn't do anything wrong. Let them ask their stupid questions and take their pictures. We have nothing to hide.” Windyday disagreed. “Come on Dash. We just have to take it easy until they find a new story.” “But they'll still be here after the show,” argued Dash. “Let's just get this over with now.” Immelmane was baffled by their talk and demanded to know what was going on. Windyday gave him a quick version of what happened outside of the club. As she finished, their pursuers arrived. Immelmane took charge. “I'll help handle this,” he said, “Don't answer anything more than you must. Smile for the cameras. Make it look like everything is perfectly normal and don't get upset no matter what.” There was no time for the little group to respond to Immelmane. Rainbow Dash got behind Immelmane and motioned Frost, Fluttershy and Windyday to join her. “You heard him girls,” whispered Dash. “Smile for the cameras and look your best. Pose or something.” There was an impromptu assembly on the steps of the theater. Frost and Rainbow Dash in the front row and Windyday and Fluttershy a step higher behind them. The reporters and photographers landed in front of them and began snapping pictures and shouting questions. All the girls smiled and Rainbow Dash began to pose. Taking the cue, the others soon did the same. The press ate it up. Even the most hard hitting reporters quickly found themselves on the side of the new Wonderbolts. Immelmane tried to get the reporters to calm down. “Please,” said Immelmane, “our newest members will answer a few questions if you can conduct yourselves in an orderly manner. We don't have a lot of time before the show starts and we need to get to our seats.” The press ponies calmed down a little and Immelmane stepped aside. Several ponies began calling out names and raising their hooves to get attention. Immelmane pointed to one. “Frost,” said the lucky questioner, “can you tell us what you were doing at Stratos nightclub last night?” “Drinking, dancing and singing,” answered Frost with a laugh, “what else do you do at a nightclub?” Immelmane pointed to another. “Windyday, can you tell us about the incident outside the club as you were leaving?” This was what the reporters were really after and they quieted down awaiting her answer. “Rainbow Dash was talking to a friend of hers and we were waiting for her to move on,” said Windyday. “There was a stallion waiting to enter the club and he snapped me on the flank with his tail. Here's a clue guys, mares don't like that sort of thing. I confronted him and told him he'd be better off not doing that again.” “So you threatened him?” said the reporter, following up on his question. “I felt that I was within my rights to defend my honor,” said Windyday. “He's lucky I didn't just belt him.” Immelmane selected another reporter. “Rainbow Dash,” she said, “what was your view of the incident?” “I didn't actually see what happened because I was talking to somepony else at the time,” said Dash. “When I saw Windy was having trouble, I went to see what was going on.” “I saw what happened,” interjected Fluttershy, “and Windyday had every right to be mad.” “You're Fluttershy, aren't you,” said the reporter, “the model? What's your connection to the Wonderbolts?” “I'm an old friend of Rainbow Dash,” said Fluttershy. “Fluttershy is being modest,” said Immelmane, “she's also been working with Rainbow Dash and Frost as a sky dancing partner. She's been quite helpful. Next question.” “We understand that it was the stallion that started the trouble,” said the next reporter, “but do any of you think it was alright for you to threaten him in the way witnesses say you did? Rainbow Dash, you first.” “I don't know what the witnesses said,” replied Rainbow Dash, “I know that I didn't threaten him at all. I told him that if he messed with one of us that he messed with all of us. That's all I said.” “And you don't think that's a threat?” said the reporter slyly. “Not as long as he doesn't mess with us,” said Dash. This got a laugh from some of the reporters. “How about you Frost?” said the reporter. “I was just sort of joking with him,” said Frost. “I figured Windy could take care of herself. Rainbow and I stood beside our team mate in case some of the guy's friends wanted to help him. Three or four stallions against one mare didn't seem fair to me.” “Windyday,” said the same reporter, “as the mare that was assaulted, do you have anything to add? Did you threaten him? Witnesses say you told him you would take him apart if he did anything like that again.” Windyday retreated into her cool shell. “That is fairly accurate,” she said evenly. “I might have over reacted a bit but I felt it was a matter of honor and I take that sort of thing very seriously. It was an insult to me, my family and to the team. What I said to him wasn't as much a threat as it was fair warning. It was more than he deserved, in my opinion.” Immelmane felt that this had gone on long enough. “I think we've exhausted this line of questions,” said Immelmane. “Do any of you have anything else to ask?” “I have a question for you, Mr. Immelmane,” said a reporter near to him. “Why did the Wonderbolts feel the need to add a soloist to the group and why Rainbow Dash?” “There were several reasons,” said Immelmane. “First it was the lack of consistently good acts to compliment our shows. Second, the length of time the acts took varied widely which made it difficult to plan our shows and also caused the team to have either too much of a break between sets or not enough. These were the most important considerations.” “As for why Rainbow Dash was selected,” said Immelmane, he paused to smile at his protege, “I think you'll just have to see for yourself. We've started work on some routines that will absolutely stun the flying community. Those of you who are fortunate enough to be invited to Canterlot for Princess Luna's party in a couple of weeks will get a taste of what I mean. That's all the time we have for now. We only have a few minutes to get to our seats.” The reporter wasn't so easily dissuaded. “Rainbow Dash? Aren't you nervous about performing in front of Princess Luna? You did fight her once, isn't that true?” “I was part of the group that freed her from Nightmare Moon,” replied Dash. “She is very grateful for that and so is Princess Celestia. I've also talked to her several times and she's as nice a pony as you'll ever meet. I'd like to remind you that she's one of the rulers of Equestria, mine and yours, so you ought to show her a little more respect.” Rainbow Dash spoke with some heat in her voice and Immelmane stepped in before she said something she might latter regret. “Really,” said Immelmane, “that will be all the questions for tonight. We came here to watch a show, not do a press conference. I'll get out of the way and you can take a few pictures and then we must go.” The girls posed for a few more pictures and then followed Immelmane into the theater. An usher took their tickets and escorted them to a box along the side of the theater. It was high up so that the performers would be almost level with them at times. They had the box to themselves and they relaxed on some very comfortable seats. Fluttershy and Windyday had entered first followed by Frost and then Mr. Immelmane and Rainbow Dash. When they were seated Immelmane spoke again. “You all did fairly well out there with the press,” he said, “passing it off as nothing serious was a good ploy. I think you satisfied them. On the other hoof, I think you were stacking cow patties rather high and I'm going to want to hear all about last night.” The girls giggled. Frost looked out over the crowd. She hadn't been inside the theater in nearly fifteen years. It seemed smaller than she remembered. “Look, there's Spitfire and Soarin,” said Frost. “Soarin and Spitfire came together?” said Immelmane. He chuckled. “It's about time. I don't think they've ever gone out together except for when they had to attend certain functions.” “I don't think they're really serious,” said Dash. “Soarin said it was a date and Spitfire said it wasn't. For it not being a date she sure made herself look nice though.” “That's Spitfire,” said Immelmane, “she always tries to look good in public.” “I think Soarin is looking good too,” said Frost. She stared at the wing leader in a way she had not done before. She was right, Soarin did look dapper. His mane and tail were perfectly combed and he was wearing a dark blue flight suit not unlike Frost's but with only a small braid of silver around each cuff and his wing leader's medallion pinned over the left side of his chest. To top it off he wore a white silk scarf loosely around his neck. Frost's reaction even made Immelmane raise an eyebrow. Rainbow Dash took a good look at Soarin and another at Frost. Her interest in the stallion was unmistakable. Dash covered her mouth with a hoof and leaned back to place Immelmane between her and Frost. While Rainbow Dash thought Soarin handsome, she assumed that he was a bit beyond her. He was older for one thing, not to mention famous. He could have his pick of mares, and in fact often did if the rumors of his escapades were even half true. Now her friend, who she thought she knew so well, looked like she was on the verge of throwing herself at Soarin. Rainbow Dash could barely keep from laughing. “Yes, well, before the show starts,” began Immelmane, “I want you, Rainbow Dash, and you, Frost, to focus on the performers. Watch for some of the things we talked about. You'll see a few moves that the Wonderbolts have incorporated into our shows and keep a eye out to see how the dancers can gain altitude and stay in flight even going at a crawl. I want you to enjoy the show so just relax and watch but I'm sure you'll spot some things if you keep them in mind.” “Sure, Mr. Immelmane,” said Dash, “I'm always on the look out for something new anyway.” “I can do that,” said Frost. “I'm getting curious about this show. There's a lot of pegasi here. I recognize a few from the dinner too. That Lighthoof guy from the inquest is down there with a mare and another couple.” “Ah, yes,” said Immelmane, “I believe his daughter is one of the minor characters. She's getting to be quite good. She's younger than you are, Rainbow. She's been with this group for three or four years now.” “That long and she's still a minor character?” said Dash. “I thought you said she was good.” “She's had larger roles,” replied Immelmane, “but in this particular ballet there wasn't a good fit for her. Also, a career in this field is different than in ours. It lasts much longer so you're competing against ponies with many years of experience. It develops more slowly as well.” There was some sound from down below as the orchestra began to warm up. A few pegasi fluttered around the stage and background, checking lights and props. “Windy,” asked Fluttershy, “have you seen this ballet before?” “Yes,” replied Windy, “but it's been some time. It's my first time at a real pegasi theater though. All the other ones were in Canterlot except for one that I went to in Manehatten. Earth ponies and unicorns like watching us fly too.” She smiled. “I didn't think about that,” said Fluttershy. “Firewing and I did get a lot of applause when we danced but I just thought it was because Firewing was a Wonderbolt.” “It's kind of funny that earth ponies and unicorns appreciate what we can do even though they can't fly,” said Windyday. “Some of the real fans can tell a good show from a bad one too. There's a unicorn in Canterlot named Sharp Eyes that is a great critic. His reviews are published in several papers throughout Equestria. He reviews some pegasi events and it's amazing the things he picks up on.” “I think the show is about to start,” said Fluttershy. The orchestra had quieted and the musicians were looking at the conductor. “Soon,” said Windy, “but the orchestra will play a tune or two first. Sort of a signal.” A pony with a cart arrived by their box and asked if they wanted anything to eat or drink. Rainbow Dash found that she was terribly thirsty and asked for a large bottle of water. Fluttershy and Windy ordered juice while Frost got a soda. Immelmane got a water also. The group fell silent and waited for the show to begin. Soon the music started and two groups of pegasi entered from opposite sides of the stage and started to ascend, dancing as they went. Two ponies broke away from the others and began to dance with each other as the rest of the cast hovered around the edges of the stage. A choir and a few soloists told the story as the dance progressed. The program also had a synopsis of each act. Windyday and Immelmane knew the story by heart and didn't bother with their programs. Fluttershy just watched entranced with a smile on her face. Rainbow Dash followed along but was more interested in watching the fliers. Frost looked on as though she was watching a hoofball game and never opened her program. The show progressed and all the ponies, to Immelmane's surprise, were still watching the show with interest. Windy was calm and relaxed, lazing in her seat with a contented smile on her face. Beside her, Fluttershy looked as if she had stumbled upon a vast treasure. Immelmane had strategically placed himself between Frost and Rainbow Dash, thinking that he might have to rouse them if their attention wavered. He was pleased to find that this was not necessary. Frost seemed to be genuinely enjoying the show while Rainbow Dash looked uncharacteristically serious. There was an intermission and the lights went up. All of the ponies got up and stretched. Immelmane asked them what they thought of the show so far. Frost answered first. “I thought this was going to be boring,” she said, “but it's really great. It's way better than trying to fly it myself. I'm seeing some of the moves I've been learning and there are some I've seen in other Wonderbolts shows too.” “It's just fantastic,” said Fluttershy, “it makes me want to work even harder at it. I've got to get Rarity to come to one of these shows, she'd just love the costumes.” “This is a very good cast,” said Windyday, “as good as any I've seen in Manehatten or Canterlot. I really should have spent more time in Cloudsdale. I usually only came in for a competition and was gone the next day.” Rainbow Dash was still silent and seemed to be thinking. Immelmane wondered what was on her mind. “Well, Rainbow Dash,” said Immelmane, “our friends have given their thoughts. What do you think of the show so far?” “Oh, right, sorry,” said Dash, “I was just thinking about some of those moves from the show. I feel like starting over completely on my routine just so I can add some of them. I wish I'd brought my notebook.” Immelmane chuckled. “No just sit and watch tonight,” he said. “Remember, the routine you're working on is just your short one and you may not even use it again. I think we can find room in your longer routines for some of them though. Don't worry about taking notes on the moves, they're all in various books anyway. Have you noticed anything about some of style elements we talked about?” “Oh yeah,” said Dash, “I see what you mean now. I can hardly wait for Firewing to get back. She'll be able to show me how to use them right.” “It's something I'll be helping you with tomorrow,” said Immelmane. “Of course, I expect you to work on it with Firewing.” “That's great,” said Dash. “With you two helping me, this is going to be the best routine ever.” “I hope so,” said Immelmane with a smile. “I'll be right back.” Immelmane left and the girls sat and talked about the show for a while. Rainbow Dash and Frost excused themselves to visit the restroom which left Windy and Fluttershy alone. “I knew you were going to love this show,” said Windy. “You remind me of myself at my first ballet.” “I wish I had gone sooner,” said Fluttershy, “maybe I'd have gotten really good at it by now.” “You have plenty of time to improve,” said Windy. “You keep flying with us and you'll be above stage in no time.” Fluttershy laughed. “That's alright. I don't really want to perform, I just want to dance.” “I understand,” said Windyday, “it is more fun to just fly sometimes. I used to sneak away when I could and just do whatever I wanted. It was more fun than practicing. I could relax and not worry about anything. I wish I had kept on doing that.” “Why didn't you?” asked Fluttershy. “Because flying became work and it wasn't fun anymore,” said Windy sadly. “It took Firewing and Rainbow Dash to bring that back to me. They helped me remember what flying was all about. We pegasi sometimes take our great gift for granted. Shows like this and what the Wonderbolts do celebrate of that gift.” Fluttershy didn't know what to say. After a pause, Windyday continued. “I'll tell you a secret, Fluttershy,” she said. “I would never have even tried out for the Wonderbolts on my own. I only did it because it was expected of me. I was so used to doing what I was told that there really wasn't much of 'me' left. When I was told to come here, it was like being told to eat my breakfast. You don't think about it, you just do it.” “That sounds awful,” said Fluttershy. She put a wing around Windy. “Don't worry, I won't tell anypony. At least you are enjoying flying again.” Windy smiled. “Yes, I am. Just sitting here relaxing with my new friends and watching a beautiful show without having to think of anything else...it's so liberating. Our friends are coming back.” Fluttershy withdrew her wing and turned to see Immelmane take his seat. He asked them a few polite questions about the show and pointed out some of his favorite parts. If he wondered what Fluttershy and Windy had been talking about or why Fluttershy had a comforting wing around Windy, he gave no indication. Soon Rainbow Dash and Frost also returned and the lights went down. The second part of the show started. The second part of the show was every bit as good as the first. The ending was tragic, as was often the case in this type of show. The villain died but managed to severely wound the hero who then died after saying a tearful farewell to his lover. Distraught, the heroine flew up and plunged downward to her death. Fluttershy wept openly while Windy, having seen it all before, remained stoic. Immelmane discreetly wiped a hoof across his eyes. Frost and Rainbow Dash were so impressed by the heroine's flying ability during her fake death plummet that they leaped to their hooves and cheered. They were not alone. Many in the audience were doing the same thing. The cast returned to the stage to take a bow. They circled the theater accepting flowers from some of the audience and bowing and waving to others. Eventually the leading lady flew close to the box Immelmane and his three mares occupied. She recognized him and flew in close. “Uncle Immel!” she said, “thank you so much for coming!” “I wouldn't have missed it for all of Equestria, my dear,” replied Immelmane. “It was a splendid performance.” “Thank you,” replied the dancer, “you must come by and see me soon. I'm sure the family would love to see you.” “I will as soon as time allows,” said Immelmane. “It was good to see you again, Azure.” Azure waved and flew on. The rest of the cast seemed to linger in front of Immelmane a little longer than most of the others. The cast returned to the stage and for one last bow to another round of applause and returned to their dressing rooms. The audience began to file out which was much easier than in earth pony or unicorn theaters as the pegasi simply went to the nearest window and jumped out. The ponies with Immelmane decided to remain with the old pegasus despite his urgings for them to go do what they wished. They made their way to the entrance where they found Spitfire and Soarin waiting. “Hello all,” said Soarin, “did you enjoy the show?” That simple question triggered a positive response from all the ponies at once and Soarin had a hard time keeping up with who was saying what. Eventually the mares calmed down enough for Soarin to reply. “I guess you liked it,” he said with a laugh. “Do you have any plans for the rest of the evening?” “Not really,” said Dash, “I'm kind of tired and I have another day of training tomorrow.” “I thought I'd just go home and relax for a while with a good book,” said Windyday. “Back to my hotel I suppose,” said Fluttershy, “I have to fly to Ponyville tomorrow. Are you coming home tomorrow, Rainbow Dash?” “I thought I'd stay until Monday,” said Dash. “I should drop by Las Pegasus Quality Clouds and see if there's any news about my house. I can pick up Monday's mail too and bring that along home. Cloud Charm might have some news for me too.” “I know you said to stay away from Stratos for a few days but I'd better head over there and talk to some ponies about last night,” said Frost. “We'll go with you ,” said Spitfire. “I could go for a nightcap and it's better having three of us than one alone.” Soarin looked surprised but said nothing. “I'm going home too,” said Immelmane. “I'll get a cab and I'll see you all tomorrow.” “Since Rainbow and I are going home,” said Windy, “why don't we share the cab?” “I'm going to my home,” said Immelmane, “not the compound. It will be closer for you though. Fluttershy can ride along too.” It didn't take long to get a cab and soon they were being transported through Cloudsdale. “You didn't tell us that you were related to the lead dancer,” said Rainbow Dash. “I'm not,” said Immelmane, “I'm just an old friend of her grandmother's. She's called me uncle since she was a little filly.” “Azure Noon is an incredible dancer,” said Windy. “That final dive was the best I've ever seen.” “Yes,” agreed Immelmane, “it scares me half to death when she does that. It looks so realistic.” “Oh, it was real alright,” said Dash. “It's just great flying. If I tried that move you'd probably ground me.” She laughed. “Maybe,” said Immelmane, “but you don't know how to do that move. It isn't as dangerous as it looks. You have to know how to slow down at the end.” “And you'd better not mess up,” said Dash, “or you'd really get hurt. I could do it but I'd practice it at altitude before I tried it for real.” Immelmane was silent for a moment. He realized that Rainbow Dash was right. Azure had been doing a relatively dangerous move. It was a good thing it was over clouds but this same ballet was performed in other theaters where the stage materials were less forgiving. “That would be a good idea,” said Immelmane, absently. He was thinking less of his protege and more about Azure. “It is a dangerous move,” said Windy, “and there are some others I've seen that are just as bad. The big thing about sky dancing is it's so much slower that even when there are accidents, the injuries are generally much less severe. I hurt my rear leg doing sky dancing and that was worse than anything I've done doing aerobatics.” “What happened?” asked Fluttershy. “It was during a landing,” said Windy. “I had to come out of a spin near the stage, a wooden stage, and land trotting. I failed to stop the spin completely and when I planted my first hoof, my right rear, it slipped and I pulled a muscle and wrenched my knee. I was lucky the knee wasn't damaged. I did a lot more flying than walking for a few weeks until it healed. It took a couple of months to recover completely.” “I had no idea it was so dangerous,” said Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash knew that tone in Fluttershy's voice and decided that she'd better nip this in the bud. “Now don't get scared, Fluttershy,” she said, “there's sky dancing and then there's sky dancing. What you've been doing isn't dangerous at all. Remember what Firewing told you; if you feel uncomfortable doing something then just don't do it.” Fluttershy smiled. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Besides, I'm just starting out. It will be a long time before I try something like what we saw tonight.” “Not really,” said Immelmane. “you couldn't dance like Azure did tonight but you could certainly do what the minor characters were doing. It would just take practice to polish up your skills. You've already done some of the moves and looked pretty good doing it.” “Thank you,” said Fluttershy, “but I don't really want to perform anyway. I just do it for fun.” “Oh, I get it,” teased Windyday, “you want to sky dance so you can go to a pegasus dance and show off for the stallions.” “What?” said Fluttershy, “I never even thought of that.” “Yeah Windy,” said Dash, “she's still got her eye on Cruiser.” “What?” said Fluttershy again. “I just met him.” “That's true,” said Windy, “and Soarin was checking her out this afternoon. I could tell.” “What?” said Fluttershy yet again and louder, “he couldn't be...” “Yeah,” said Rainbow Dash, “I wouldn't be surprised if he asked her out.” “But...but,” sputtered Fluttershy, “he was out with Spitfire.” “From what I hear that wouldn't stop Soarin,” said Windyday. “Alright you two,” said Immelmane, “stop teasing Fluttershy.” “Who's teasing,” said Dash, “it's all true, sort of.” “Sort of,” repeated Immelmane, “meaning it isn't the full truth. I'm sure that Fluttershy would have no problem attracting a stallion, should she want one, without any help from you. I haven't heard that either of you have a coltfriend.” “Not one I'm real sure about yet,” admitted Dash, “but I have my share of admirers. We are performing in Trottingham this year, aren't we?” “Yes,” said Immelmane, “I take it that is where one of your admirers lives?” “Maybe,” said Dash, coyly. “Dash,” said Windyday, laughing, “you are about as subtle as a horse shoe through a window. ” “Okay,” said Dash, “so I don't do subtle. If I meet up with this guy, I'll let him know how I feel ... after I decide he's worth it. What about you Windy? Silver Tail was flirting with you last night and you didn't do anything at all. Do you like him or not?” “There's a reason for that,” said Windyday, “he made me uncomfortable. I can't really explain why. I danced with a lot of ponies at the celebration dinner and none of them made me feel that way.” “So you do like him,” said Dash. “It isn't a question of liking him,” said Windyday. “He didn't really do anything wrong, he was fun to dance with but I just...I don't know. He looked at me funny.” Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy laughed and even Immelmane couldn't keep from smiling. Fluttershy, who had watched the encounter, explained it to Windy. “Windy,” she said quietly, “I think you confused him. You didn't act like he thought you would. He was flirting with you and your reactions were not what he expected. Think about it. He was teasing you, sitting as close as he could and taking interest in anything you said. It was you he asked to dance, not Rainbow or me or Frost, you.” “Yeah Windy,” said Dash, “even I could tell he liked you.” “It.. ah.. must have been the cider,” said Windyday. “I didn't pick up on that.” “We're at my house,” said Immelmane, “”Thank you ladies, this has been an interesting excursion into the female psyche. Rainbow Dash, I will see you in the morning. Nine o'clock at the field. Good night to you all.” The girls said their good nights in a somewhat embarrassed state and continued on their way. It was only nine o'clock so Rainbow Dash asked the driver to go to the nearest high class club. Windyday wasn't happy about this. “I thought we were going home, Dash,” said Windy. “You said you were tired.” “I am,” said Dash, “but I'm still a little pumped up from the show. If I go to bed right now I'll just lay there awake for an hour and I hate that. Can we just sit and relax for a little bit?” “Oh, alright,” said Windy, “just a little while.” “I think I'll just fly back from where we stop,” said Fluttershy. “I want to pack up tonight.” “Aw, come along, Fluttershy,” said Dash. “Let's just relax for a while.” “Oh, alright,” said Fluttershy, reluctantly, “I can do that.” Rainbow Dash felt the cab rising and looked out the window. They were going up to a higher cloud and towards the center of the city. Below them, Rainbow could see both the compound and Fluttershy's hotel. It would be an easy glide home. Soon the cab pulled up in front of the bar. The entrance to the club was on the other side of an outdoor cafe section. A well dressed maitre'd stopped them briefly from entering but as soon as he recognized them, he immediately showed them to a table in the outdoor section. They sat down and looked out over the city. Lights glowed through the clouds and reflected off falling water. Here and there pegasi could be seen flying above the lower city, moonlight flickering off their wings as they flew. “This is quite a change from Stratos, isn't it?” commented Windyday. “It's beautiful,” said Fluttershy, “isn't the sky clear tonight?” “I might be coming here often,” said Dash. “The view from up here is great.” “I may have to mention this to Luna when we meet,” said Windyday, “this is a beautiful night.” “She'd like that,” said Fluttershy. “She feels that no ponies really love her night.” “None of us do,” said Dash, “not the way she does. I like being out in the night and I've been practicing a lot after dark. It's peaceful and quiet and I can use that sometimes. You might have noticed that I'm not the calmest pony around.” Windy and Fluttershy laughed at this. “I think everypony that's met you has noticed that, Dash,” said Windy. “I know what you mean though. I love flying at night.” “Pardon me, ladies,” said a waiter, “may I get you something?” “Herbal tea please,” said Windyday. “That sounds good,” said Fluttershy, “I'll have one too.” “Surprise me,” said Dash, “just don't make it anything very strong.” “Certainly, madame,” said the waiter, “I'm sure our bartender can make something for you.” “Surprise you?” said Windy, “Don't you know what you want?” Dash spoke softly, “I've never been in a place like this. I don't know all the fancy stuff and I've got a feeling that ordering a cider wouldn't be, well, right.” “Don't worry,” said Fluttershy. “I don't think there's anypony here that would notice.” Fluttershy was right. Aside from themselves, the outdoor cafe was rather empty. Only two couples occupied tables and they were some distance away and seemed to be more interested in privacy than in what other ponies were doing. “I suppose you're right,” said Dash. “I'm so used to everypony staring at me that I'm starting to think I have to watch everything I do or I'll be a laughing stock in the papers tomorrow.” “Now you're starting to sound like me,” said Windyday. “Trust me Rainbow, it's not a good way to live. Be yourself and stop worrying about what others think.” “I can't do that anymore,” said Dash, “I have obligations now. I can't do anything to make the team look bad. You saw what happened after last night. If that had been me that guy hit, there would have been a fight. I can't behave like that.” “That's a little different than deciding what you want to drink might not appear to be sophisticated enough,” said Windy. She smiled at Dash. Dash gave a short laugh. “Yeah, I guess it is. I still have to learn to watch myself though. Mind keeping an eye on me to make sure that I do?” Windyday nodded and smiled. “I will if you will,” she said. “Fluttershy pointed out to me that it's always good to know a friend has your back.” “That's true,” said Rainbow Dash, as she looked at Fluttershy. “Your drinks, ladies,” said the waiter, as he served them. “May I get you anything else?” “No, thank you,” said Windyday, “we're just on our way home from the sky dancing show and decided to get a quick nightcap.” “Ah,” said the waiter, “I understand that show has had wonderful reviews. It's good to see that those silly newspaper ponies got you all wrong. I knew when I saw you perform your stunts that you were ladies in the truest sense of the word. And you, Ms. Fluttershy, I remember you from your days as a model. Such a lovely pony could never be the ruffian the papers depicted.” The three friends exchanged glances, not having read the papers, and just smiled and thanked the waiter. Rainbow Dash sniffed her drink. “Pardon me,” said Dash, “but what is this?” “Ah, it is mulled cider with cinnamon, sugar and a generous portion of W.C. Barleyfield's,” said the waiter, “we call it Hot Apple Flash.” “Thank you,” said Rainbow Dash, “it smells delicious.” “Enjoy,” said the waiter, “I'll be nearby if you need anything else.” The waiter retreated to near the door of the cafe. “I was worrying about seeming unsophisticated by ordering cider,” said Dash, “and here I am drinking the same thing I had last night.” Windyday laughed. “I think you'll discover the only thing different is the sugar, spices and the price,” she said. “Yeah,” said Dash, with a laugh, “it's all kind of a joke, isn't it? We go to Stratos and have fun, sing, dance and drink and we're thugs. We go to a ballet and a place like this and we're suddenly better than everypony else. I don't know about you girls but I don't feel a bit different.” Fluttershy giggled. “You're still the same Dashie.” “I think it's just a matter of who is thinking about you,” said Windy. “Your friends know you better and really know what you're like. All the other ponies only know you from your performances and what they see in the papers. You can't get to know a pony very well from a few words of hearsay from some reporter.” Dash nodded and took a sip from her drink. It was sweet and warm. The strong liqueur had been well diluted by the cider and some of the alcohol had been evaporated by the heat. She sat back and closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. “Are you okay?” asked Fluttershy. “That is so good,” said Dash. “Mmmm. I hope I get that deal for Barleyfields, I'll bring him here and let him taste this.” “Really good?” said Windyday. “May I have a taste?” “No,” said Dash. “Mine.” “I let you have some of my noodles,” said Windy. Dash grimaced. “Alright, but just a sip. I'm warning you though, one sip and you're going to order one for yourself.” Windyday took the glass Dash offered her and took a sip. Her eyes widened and then closed just as Rainbow Dash had done. “I'm in heaven,” she said. She put the glass back down and Dash quickly retrieved it. “Told ya it was good,” said Dash. “Want to try it Fluttershy?” “Not tonight,” said Fluttershy, “I'm tired right now and just want to go home. This tea is making me sleepy already.” “Sure Fluttershy,” said Dash, “we'll leave as soon as we finish these drinks.” They had been sitting and talking quietly for a few minutes when a stallion came over to their table. Windyday looked up as he approached, dreading another reporter. “Excuse me ladies,” he said, “my name is Nimbus Strongwind. I saw you at the ballet tonight. You're Windyday and Rainbow Dash, the new Wonderbolts, aren't you?” “We are,” said Windyday, “and this is our friend Fluttershy.” “How do you do,” said Nimbus, “You may not recognize me but I played Captain Hailstone in the ballet tonight.” “No way!” cried Rainbow Dash. “You looked so much older in the dance! Your coat was even a different color.” “Make up,” replied Nimbus, with a smile, “a powder lightened my coat and changed the tint slightly. I had to cut my mane short in order to wear the wig.” “It certainly worked,” said Windy, “I didn't notice any resemblance.” “Would, um, would you like to sit down?” asked Fluttershy. “Thank you,” said Nimbus, “but I really just came over to ask a question.” “Don't tell me you want an autograph,” said Dash with a giggle. “No, well, I wouldn't turn one down,” said Nimbus, “but I was wondering if you or Windyday would care to dance with me. I've never danced with a Wonderbolt.” “I think I'll pass,” said Rainbow Dash, “but Windy might be able to keep up with you.” Windyday sat up in surprise. “Dance? Here?” she said. “No,” said Nimbus, “out there.” He pointed to the open sky in front of the cafe. “Oh, a sky dance,” said Windyday, “well, alright. I suppose we have time for that.” “You have someplace that you have to be?” asked Nimbus. “It's Saturday night.” “I don't,” said Windyday, “but it's been a long day. Rainbow Dash has a full day of training tomorrow and she's staying with me.” “I see,” said Nimbus, “shall I get them to raise the music a bit?” Windyday smiled. “Sure, I'd love to dance with you.” Nimbus smiled back. “I'll just be moment.” He turned and walked over to the waiter. “I hope you don't mind the delay,” said Windy. “No problem,” said Dash. “It's worth it to see you have a little fun.” “It's worth it to see you dance with Nimbus,” said Fluttershy. Windyday blushed. “I'll try not to disappoint you.” Nimbus returned and motioned for her to join him in flight. They took off and the music rose. It wasn't terribly loud since it was getting late and they were outside but the it was loud enough for the dancers to hear. Windy and Nimbus positioned themselves and started to dance to the music. This was not a set piece dance like Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy had been practicing, it was simply two pegasi reacting to the movements of each other to the rhythm of the music. “Beautiful, aren't they,” said Fluttershy. “Yeah,” said Dash, “I'm going to have to learn how to do that.” At that moment two other stallions came over to the table. “Good evening,” said one, “I'm Two Stars and this is my friend Forest Fog. Would you care to join us in a dance?” “I've never danced like that before,” said Fluttershy, “I'm not sure I could.” “No time like the present to start,” said Two Stars, with a smile. “How about you, Ms. Dash? May I have this dance?” Rainbow Dash wanted to say no but she was more afraid of being seen as weak than of looking like a poor dancer. She swallowed the last of her drink. “Sure, why not,” she said. “I'll tell you up front though, I've never done this before.” Fluttershy didn't want to be left alone or hurt the other stallion's feelings so she too joined in the dancing. One dance soon turned into three and the stallions talked the girls into another drink. They sat and chatted for a while but eventually Rainbow Dash called the waiter over and paid her bill. They bade the stallions good night and hinted at possibly meeting them again the following week. They decided to escort Fluttershy back to her hotel before returning to the compound. The chatted as they flew. “How about that,” said Rainbow Dash, “we really met some high class stallions tonight.” “Yes,” said Fluttershy, “I didn't know I'd get to dance with a handsome sky dancer tonight. Are we really going to meet up with them next week?” “You can if you want to,” said Dash, “I don't make plans that far in advance. It depends on how tired I am and if anything else is going on.” “How about you Windy?” said Fluttershy. “I'd like to see Forest again but I don't want to go alone.” Windy didn't answer. She flew on seemingly lost in her own thoughts. Rainbow Dash guessed why. “So Windy,” said Rainbow, “what do you think of Nimbus?” “Hmm? What?” said Windyday. “What did you say?” “Nimbus,” repeated Dash, “I asked what you thought of him.” “Oh, um, he's an excellent dancer, very polite,” said Windyday. “He's handsome and quite the gentlepony.” She seemed to drift away again as she finished speaking. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy exchanged glances. “So you like him?” asked Dash. “Yeah,” said Windy absently, “I think I do.” “I thought so,” said Dash. “If you ask me, I'd say that you're in love.” “No!” said Windy defensively, “Don't be silly. I just met him.” “What about love at first sight?” asked Dash. “I don't believe in it,” said Windyday. “I'll go so far as to say that I like him. Is that good enough for you?” “For now,” said Dash, “but I'll have to wait until next week and see if you try to meet up with him again.” They flew Fluttershy to her hotel and then went back to the compound. Windy and Rainbow Dash went to bed wondering if Frost, Spitfire and Soarin had returned. In Windy's room, Rainbow Dash tried to talk to her host but Windy seemed to be distracted and didn't seem to want to talk. Dash soon became bored and fell asleep. Windy lay awake for a while but it had been a long day and soon she too slept.