Rainbow thought she was safe. The wind a thousand feet in the air was impossible for Rarity to scream over, not to mention it would be pretty hard for Rarity to catch her should worst come to worst.
She had, however, forgotten about that stare—the kind that freezes flames and brings demons to their knees. She shuddered, but grinned nonetheless.
It was a smile unshared. “I hate you,” Rarity said, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
“You seemed pretty stoked about it last week.” Poor choice of words. The cold stare rose to a searing glare.
“When you say, and I quote, ‘Wanna help me get into the Wonderbolts?’ I expect a plea for emotional support, or perhaps even a new flight suit of some kind. But this?” Rarity glanced over her withers. Even the mountains had been reduced to mere dots. “This,” she continued, “is treachery.”
Rainbow said nothing. Yet another bad move to add to the pile. When Rarity looked back up, her cheeks were covered with runny mascara. “How could you? I thought you said I was your special somepony.” Rainbow couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten such a vast arsenal of guilt-riddling looks.
“Come on, Rares. You said you wanted to help, and you’re helping.”
Rarity's frown somehow deepened. “You can’t be serious.”
Rainbow chuckled. “I am. Best way to get in is with a Rainboom, and how can I pull that off without my good luck charm?”
“Easy: breakneck speed, proper angling, and unprecedented skill.”
“Uh huh. See ya in a few.”
Rarity opened her mouth; why she did so would be forever lost to history. Any words were cut off by a sudden drop. Rainbow watched the white blob flail about as it grew smaller and smaller.
Three, she counted down, two, one!
She was off. Air rushed by her, tugging on her wings and lips. Normally she would take the time to enjoy such a free feeling, but at that moment she was focused on one thing: catching Rarity before she could start kicking.
Tears sprung to her eyes, but she kept them open and focused on her wide-eyed marefriend. She wasn’t sure when the cone formed, nor could she tell you when it broke. All she knew was that a deafening boom shook her body, and Rarity was once again cradled tightly in her forelegs.
“You swine!” A jeweled hoof connected with her cheek. Rainbow grinned in spite of her burning cheek and looked up. The Rainboom stretched across the sky, shining as bright as the sun. Worth it. She looked back to Rarity and pulled her into a tight hug. "Thank you," she whispered. The rage radiating off the unicorn cooled in an instant. "Thank you."
They stayed that way for a long time, hovering high above Equestria, embraced, a halo of color hanging high above their heads.
"I still hate you," Rarity said.
Rainbow smiled and kissed her cheek. "I know."
Rainbow thought she was safe. The wind a thousand feet in the air was impossible for Rarity to scream over, not to mention it would be pretty hard for Rarity to catch her should worst come to worst.
She had, however, forgotten about that stare—the kind that freezes flames and brings demons to their knees. She shuddered, but grinned nonetheless.
It was a smile unshared. “I hate you,” Rarity said, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
“You seemed pretty stoked about it last week.” Poor choice of words. The cold stare rose to a searing glare.
“When you say, and I quote, ‘Wanna help me get into the Wonderbolts?’ I expect a plea for emotional support, or perhaps even a new flight suit of some kind. But this?” Rarity glanced over her withers. Even the mountains had been reduced to mere dots. “This,” she continued, “is treachery.”
Rainbow said nothing. Yet another bad move to add to the pile. When Rarity looked back up, her cheeks were covered with runny mascara. “How could you? I thought you said I was your special somepony.” Rainbow couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten such a vast arsenal of guilt-riddling looks.
“Come on, Rares. You said you wanted to help, and you’re helping.”
Rarity's frown somehow deepened. “You can’t be serious.”
Rainbow chuckled. “I am. Best way to get in is with a Rainboom, and how can I pull that off without my good luck charm?”
“Easy: breakneck speed, proper angling, and unprecedented skill.”
“Uh huh. See ya in a few.”
Rarity opened her mouth; why she did so would be forever lost to history. Any words were cut off by a sudden drop. Rainbow watched the white blob flail about as it grew smaller and smaller.
Three, she counted down, two, one!
She was off. Air rushed by her, tugging on her wings and lips. Normally she would take the time to enjoy such a free feeling, but at that moment she was focused on one thing: catching Rarity before she could start kicking.Rainbow thought she was safe. The wind a thousand feet in the air was impossible for Rarity to scream over, not to mention it would be pretty hard for Rarity to catch her should worst come to worst.
She had, however, forgotten about that stare—the kind that freezes flames and brings demons to their knees. She shuddered, but grinned nonetheless.
It was a smile unshared. “I hate you,” Rarity said, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
“You seemed pretty stoked about it last week.” Poor choice of words. The cold stare rose to a searing glare.
“When you say, and I quote, ‘Wanna help me get into the Wonderbolts?’ I expect a plea for emotional support, or perhaps even a new flight suit of some kind. But this?” Rarity glanced over her withers. Even the mountains had been reduced to mere dots. “This,” she continued, “is treachery.”
Rainbow said nothing. Yet another bad move to add to the pile. When Rarity looked back up, her cheeks were covered with runny mascara. “How could you? I thought you said I was your special somepony.” Rainbow couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten such a vast arsenal of guilt-riddling looks.
“Come on, Rares. You said you wanted to help, and you’re helping.”
Rarity's frown somehow deepened. “You can’t be serious.”
Rainbow chuckled. “I am. Best way to get in is with a Rainboom, and how can I pull that off without my good luck charm?”
“Easy: breakneck speed, proper angling, and unprecedented skill.”
“Uh huh. See ya in a few.”
Rarity opened her mouth; why she did so would be forever lost to history. Any words were cut off by a sudden drop. Rainbow watched the white blob flail about as it grew smaller and smaller.
Three, she counted down, two, one!
She was off. Air rushed by her, tugging on her wings and lips. Normally she would take the time to enjoy such a free feeling, but at that moment she was focused on one thing: catching Rarity before she could start kicking.Rainbow thought she was safe. The wind a thousand feet in the air was impossible for Rarity to scream over, not to mention it would be pretty hard for Rarity to catch her should worst come to worst.
She had, however, forgotten about that stare—the kind that freezes flames and brings demons to their knees. She shuddered, but grinned nonetheless.
It was a smile unshared. “I hate you,” Rarity said, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
“You seemed pretty stoked about it last week.” Poor choice of words. The cold stare rose to a searing glare.
“When you say, and I quote, ‘Wanna help me get into the Wonderbolts?’ I expect a plea for emotional support, or perhaps even a new flight suit of some kind. But this?” Rarity glanced over her withers. Even the mountains had been reduced to mere dots. “This,” she continued, “is treachery.”
Rainbow said nothing. Yet another bad move to add to the pile. When Rarity looked back up, her cheeks were covered with runny mascara. “How could you? I thought you said I was your special somepony.” Rainbow couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten such a vast arsenal of guilt-riddling looks.
“Come on, Rares. You said you wanted to help, and you’re helping.”
Rarity's frown somehow deepened. “You can’t be serious.”
Rainbow chuckled. “I am. Best way to get in is with a Rainboom, and how can I pull that off without my good luck charm?”
“Easy: breakneck speed, proper angling, and unprecedented skill.”
“Uh huh. See ya in a few.”
Rarity opened her mouth; why she did so would be forever lost to history. Any words were cut off by a sudden drop. Rainbow watched the white blob flail about as it grew smaller and smaller.
Three, she counted down, two, one!
She was off. Air rushed by her, tugging on her wings and lips. Normally she would take the time to enjoy such a free feeling, but at that moment she was focused on one thing: catching Rarity before she could start kicking.Rainbow thought she was safe. The wind a thousand feet in the air was impossible for Rarity to scream over, not to mention it would be pretty hard for Rarity to catch her should worst come to worst.
She had, however, forgotten about that stare—the kind that freezes flames and brings demons to their knees. She shuddered, but grinned nonetheless.
It was a smile unshared. “I hate you,” Rarity said, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
“You seemed pretty stoked about it last week.” Poor choice of words. The cold stare rose to a searing glare.
“When you say, and I quote, ‘Wanna help me get into the Wonderbolts?’ I expect a plea for emotional support, or perhaps even a new flight suit of some kind. But this?” Rarity glanced over her withers. Even the mountains had been reduced to mere dots. “This,” she continued, “is treachery.”
Rainbow said nothing. Yet another bad move to add to the pile. When Rarity looked back up, her cheeks were covered with runny mascara. “How could you? I thought you said I was your special somepony.” Rainbow couldn’t help but wonder where she had gotten such a vast arsenal of guilt-riddling looks.
“Come on, Rares. You said you wanted to help, and you’re helping.”
Rarity's frown somehow deepened. “You can’t be serious.”
Rainbow chuckled. “I am. Best way to get in is with a Rainboom, and how can I pull that off without my good luck charm?”
“Easy: breakneck speed, proper angling, and unprecedented skill.”
“Uh huh. See ya in a few.”
Rarity opened her mouth; why she did so would be forever lost to history. Any words were cut off by a sudden drop. Rainbow watched the white blob flail about as it grew smaller and smaller.
Three, she counted down, two, one!
She was off. Air rushed by her, tugging on her wings and lips. Normally she would take the time to enjoy such a free feeling, but at that moment she was focused on one thing: catching Rarity before she could start kicking.
