By the time they had landed, Feather and Long Wind were arguing again. “Wind, I... I'm telling you, I've heard of this place before, and it wasn't a good story. They wrote all about the monsters they heard, scary things that howled in the night.”
“Oh, horsefeathers to that, We have a task, and now we've done it. You're fine without us, right, miss...?”
“Crescent,” she replied. “And yes. I'm fine by myself, thank you.” The two's constant bickering had numbed her, making her want to go off and see this dragon problem all the more sooner.
“See?” Long Wind called back, pacing around the mountain edge. “And besides, are you really going to believe that book? It's an old breezytale from your fillydays, nothing more. I can't see a single scale around. No pony's said anything about dragons here after your tall tale, have they?”
If only what Long Wind said was true, Crescent thought. But as Luna told me, it's true what she says; a dragon hasn't been found here since the songs that foals sing. How did it go...
The small bright alicorn swept the range, smelling the summer that never ends.
The babies looked up at the big ones fly, scaled and sparkling through the sky,
Tia jumped down and she glowed her horn, smelling the summer that never ends.
The babies rose up and they clapped their claws, happy to see themselves off the floor,
Tia and big ones and small ones too, flying through summer that never ends.