The Drabble Bag

by TheVulpineHero1

Grounded (Pinkie)

-Grounded-

The soft rush of the ocean swell is calling to her; somewhere within those rolling waves are freedom, treasure, adventure. Or, perhaps, just fun. Behind her, the beach party goes on.

“Pinkie? Are you okay?” Twilight asks. She's concerned, and doesn't hide it. Pinkie smiles, but her mane betrays her. She fools nopony.

Above them, the sunset is looming, turning the sea to liquid amber and the sand to sprinkled gold. Higher still are Dash and Fluttershy, talking so quietly that nopony can hear what they say.

Pinkie knows. But the ocean is calling, and not everypony gets to fly.

Author's Note:

A second practice drabble session with Karrakaz? What is this madness

Comments

[Themaskedferret]

Clearly an excellent sort of madness. I didn't love the implication of the flat mane but that's the only criticism and even it lacks much in the way of emphasis or teeth.