The sun rose up from below, signaling the start of a brand new day, peeking through the middle of two grassy hills as its bright yellow glow showered the sleepy little town of Ponyville that resided near the center of the magical land of Equestria in warm, golden sunlight. Ponyville is home to Earth ponies, Unicorns, and Pegasi. These are the three mystical races of equine creatures that live happily alongside one another.
It was a very cold and breezy morning in Ponyville. The sound of dry, fallen leaves scraped lightly across the sidewalks as the smooth, gentle breeze pushed them ever so slightly.
Ponyville’s just an average town filled with timber-framed houses with distinct thatched roofs that varied in size and shape, and were the most commonly used shelter for every civilian in Ponyville.
These houses blended in with one another due to them all looking pretty much the same, and were spread across the town on every corner of every street giving the place a very calm, earthy feel.
But there was one home far off in the distance that didn’t quite match the rest; in fact, it was so different because instead of being on the ground, it floated high above in the sky.
The house was round and tall, shaped like a cylinder and seemed to be about three stories high, supported with large columns; the house was huge–crazy huge. It was probably best classified as more of a mansion than a house. It was structured with puffy, white clouds, and had an enormous fountain of rainbows shooting up from the top of the roof along with two pools of liquid rainbow that sat near the front entrance.
Sunlight entered through a small, opened bedroom window, aiming itself on the face of a sleeping blue Pegasus mare with a rainbow colored mane.
“Mmph…” The sleeping blue Pegasus let out a small, muffled grunt.
The mare was sprawled out on a queen-sized cloud bed, legs positioned in a very unlady-like manner, sheets scattered all over, her colorful mane a mess, drool dribbling out of her mouth down the side of her cheek, ears slightly twitching, and snoring softly.
The sunlight turned harsh and the mare shut her eyes tightly.
“UGGGH!” The groggy Pegasus grunted as she slightly opened her sleepy eyes and moved her head to look over at the window where the light was pouring in.
“I. Hate. Mornings.” She muttered out loud to no one in particular.
This mare was obviously not a morning pony.
She turned her head and glanced at her mini calendar that sat on her nightstand.
“Good, it’s Saturday.” The mare sighed quietly as she laid her head back down on her soft cloud pillow facing away from the sunlight.
Knock, knock, knock
The Pegasus’s eyes shot open.
“GRRRR!!!” She growled through gritted teeth. The mare’s eyes were red and full of anger as she tore off her sheets and flew down to her front door and yanked it open; it only took her about two seconds.
“WHO IN THE HEL–looooo…!” She shouted at first, but then quickly softened her voice when she saw who was crazy enough to come knocking at her door at such an early hour.
“Morning, Rainbow Dash!” Said a pale blue Pegasus stallion in a very chipper sounding voice as he wore the biggest, brightest smile while standing in front of her opened door.
This stallion was obviously a morning pony.
Rainbow Dash began to rub the remaining sleepiness that still lingered in her eyes with her fore hooves, blinked a couple of times, and then stared at him, mouth slightly agape.
“Soarin?!” Rainbow Dash’s voice squeaked; her magenta eyes shimmered as she stared at him.
“Hey! How you been? Remember last week when we bumped into each other we agreed on hanging out today? You’re not busy are you?” Soarin asked.
Rainbow Dash had just woken up, and everything seemed to be happening so quickly that her brain was barely able to process with what was going on.
About a week ago, Rainbow Dash and Soarin were stuck out in a rainstorm that she had not been informed about by the weather team, but it turns out that she just so happened to be taking one of her 10:30 a.m. naps when the meeting about it was being held. Rainbow Dash remembered her near-death experience when she was struck by lightning while flying out in the wicked storm. She remembered falling through the dark, grey sky as Soarin raced down to try and reach her before the unthinkable could happen. She didn’t remember much of what had happened since she blacked out and ended up back at her house covered in bandages.
“Oh! Uh yes, of course not!” Rainbow Dash replied when she finally processed what he had just said.
“Great! So I thought it would a great idea to go…” Soarin paused when he walked to the side of her front door, opposite side from where she was standing, and bent down to grab a bunch of objects strapped together with his teeth. “...CAMPING!” He shouted ecstatically as he swung his head and threw a saddle bag with a rolled up sleeping bag tied to it with other various items strapped on all around right down in front of her.
Rainbow Dash looked at the bag on the floor in front of herself with a raised eyebrow and her mouth in an ‘O’ shape.
She looked up at Soarin and saw him bouncing up and down in place with a huge, goofy grin on his face.
She looked back down at the bag on the floor; it’s as if he didn’t even think about the possibility of her giving him a ‘no’ for an answer.
But luckily, Rainbow Dash loved camping. She was a very outdoorsy mare who loved being outside, so of course, she was more than happy to oblige.
“Heh heh, of course! I love camping!” Rainbow Dash said while smiling.
“Yes!” Soarin said happily as he hoof bumped the air.
Rainbow Dash looked at the stallion; her head slightly tilted towards the ground meekly looking up at him as her mouth formed a tiny smile.
“So… You ready to go, or do you wanna freshen up a little first? Sorry for dropping by so early, I was just so excited to come by and tell you about what we should go out and do!” Soarin told her while trying his best to be polite since he didn't want to point out her messy mane.
Rainbow Dash realized that she probably looked disgusting, and quickly tried to flatten and shape her mane into how she usually wore it.
“Ughhh, sorry you had to see me like this…” Rainbow Dash said while avoiding eye contact, and a subtle blush forming on her cheeks.
“Heh, I should be the one who should be sorry, I came by too early.” Soarin said.
“No, no, it’s fine.” Rainbow Dash insisted. Usually, if anypony else were to wake her up at this hour, they’d be six feet under by now, but for Soarin, she reacted differently. Much, much differently.
“Here, come inside.” Rainbow Dash told Soarin as she moved aside, giving him enough room to walk through the door.
“Thanks.” Soarin thanked her as he grabbed his stuff and walked inside.
Rainbow Dash closed the door behind him and both Pegasi flew upstairs to the third floor.
Rainbow Dash and Soarin both landed on the third floor of the cloud mansion in front of a nice, white door.
Rainbow Dash pushed the door open with a fore hoof and it gave a slight, squeaky sound as it creaked open.
Both Pegasi entered a large, surprisingly clean, round room. Rainbow Dash went over to her closet and grabbed a fluffy, pink towel that hung on a wall hanger screwed on to the top of the closet door and threw it over her shoulder.
She looked back at Soarin before walking towards another door in her room; it was most likely the door that lead to her bathroom.
“Hey Soarin, you can sit down on my bed and wait until I’m finished taking a shower, then we can probably go get breakfast or something.” Rainbow Dash suggested.
“Sure!” Soarin replied happily and started trotting over towards her soft cloud bed with sheets that were spread around messily.
Rainbow Dash gave a little smile before she turned around and opened the door to her bathroom; she walked inside then kicked it shut with a back hoof.
Soarin set his bag down on the floor and sat on the edge of her bed humming a nameless tune as he heard water running in the bathroom; the sound being muffled by the closed door.
Soarin looked around her room; Wonderbolt posters placed all over her cloud walls alongside some Wonderbolt merchandise such as figurines, used tickets, T-shirts, and hats.
Soarin chuckled. He didn’t think he knew anyone else that was a bigger fan of the Wonderbolts than Rainbow Dash was. She was obsessed with this legendary flight team.
Soarin got up from her bed and started to walk around her room.
For a tomboy, she had a very feminine-looking room aside from the Wonderbolt stuff. She owned clean, white furniture, not a single thing looking out of place. This was probably the side of her that she kept hidden from the public, probably because she was too afraid of looking uncool.
He walked up to a white vanity dresser and saw pictures of Rainbow Dash with five other mares laughing and smiling, looking like they were having a great time together. These must have been her best friends.
Soarin chuckled and smiled a bit while looking through the several pictures that were scattered all over the vanity dresser. He noticed how adorable Rainbow Dash looked when she smiled and laughed–she looked so sweet and innocent.
Bzzzzz…
Soarin’s head shot up along with his his ears when he heard a strange buzzing noise coming from behind. He looked at the mirror in front of himself and his eyes focused on a small, green object in the corner flying towards him…