Veranda and Artillery

“Woo hoo!” Veranda shouted as she soared through the sky. Her soft pink mane and tail flew behind her as she pumped her white wings.

She was flying alone, because she had decided to take a break from her sewing. She was a slender, petite teenaged mare of about 18 with a beautiful smile. A needle and thread cutie mark emblazoned her flank.

She wasn’t a very fast flyer, but she was a graceful one. She had large, beautiful wings that looked like those of an angel. She performed slow loops and dives.

The only sounds she heard were of the wind and the soft whoosh of her wings in the warm evening air. She rested on a cloud for a moment, taking in the scenery.

Her hooves played with the fluffy puff of cloud. She started off again, landing back in the floating city of Cloudsdale. Her hooves landed silently on the cloud floor. That’s what the whole city was made of, clouds.

Veranda walked through the market, saying hello to the other Pegasus ponies that she knew.

As she flew back up to show a friend a new trick she had learned, she crashed into a handsome stallion. “Hey, watch where you’re—Oh.” The stallion said, gazing into Veranda’s bright blue eyes.

“Oh. So sorry, I-I-I didn’t see you there. He stammered, nervously. (The stallion was always acted this way around mares) “Whatever, it’s fine.” Veranda said, slightly annoyed. She flattened her mane and sped off.

“Whoa! Wait!” The stallion said. Veranda turned and looked at him. He was blushing crimson. The stallion had a red mane, a light grey coat, and a speeding bullet for a cutie mark.

The awkward colt stuttered “M-my name’s Artillery. D-do you want to maybe hang out sometime? Oh! Only if you wanted to....” He trailed off.

Veranda laughed happily. “In your dreams!” She said gleefully, speeding off. Artillery accepted her challenge. He sped after her.

“Are you going to follow me home?” Veranda said, laughing. Artillery replied “If that’ll get you to go out with me, so be it!”