The stallion flapped his wings and banked slightly to the right, gliding around a nearby cloud, and finally spotted his destination floating in the distance.
He had been flying for some four hours now with a pair of very heavy saddlebags strapped to his back, filled with everything he had needed over the past few weeks, and was feeling very tired.
But, emboldened by the last stretch of his journey, the stallion flew on, relieved to finally be returning home after what felt like such a long time.
He had been gone for a little less than a month, attending his father’s funeral and spending time with friends and family, but now, with no more vacation time left, had to go back home.
As he drew closer, more and more pegasi filled the airspace around the cloud city, all going about their own business and lives.
The stallion flew into the city proper, following the pre-approved lanes of air travel, and spent several minutes navigating the maze of buildings and the crowd of ponies that had only grown denser the further he traveled in.
Eventually though, he found himself at his home, one of the apartments in a modest little cloud building in the heart of the city.
He set down on the cloud and stretched his wings to their fullest extent, and then did the same with his other limbs, a few pops and cracks coming from them after not having been in use for so long.
With a yawn, he trotted inside the building, up the stairs, and into his apartment, very happy to finally get out of the sky and back on his hooves, and to be back home.