Dreaming in the Sky

If you were to look up

Whilst standing in the center

of your room

You'd see the polished

White and speckled and

dotted ceilings

And although there is room to stretch and

shuffle your feet

I know that when my wings flourish

The clouds are where

They'd like to

be.

Twilight Sparkle

I looked up from my book, the words still echoing around in my mind. With my magic I have had chances to walk on clouds, to have Dash bring me right up for a stroll around the to-be precipitation. Yet I have not yet earned wings, not of any sort. And what would it be like to simply glide? Up, then gently down, my face at complete peace. And somehow the poem I just read summed up where I am and where I'd like to be. Instead of being able to look up and see clouds, or the sun, or the sky I look up and see pure oak wood. Gnarled branches twisting and turning. Shelf after shelf of books - and many a stack - stood simply on the ground, waiting to be picked up. Again.

"At least I have windows..."

But of course it was coming close to pure winter. The clouds outside were dark as I turned around, stretching to see the outdoors. It was definitely still the day; otherwise I would not be able to see a thing. And then, with a jolt, I realized that there is absolutely no way for me to see the sky. Or birds, or anything, really. Life on the ground is more for education. Life in the sky is for leisure. As I put my book down, I realized - leisure is exactly what I needed right now. But only with a certain some-pony

Fluttershy

"Twi?" My voice was soft and incredibly angelic as I spoke. I felt nothing of it; it's been like this since I was born and not a single thing has changed.

"Twi, what's up?"

Even if my voice did bother me in this moment I would save my furrowed brows for later on. Right now my Twilight, my beautiful Twilight, was staring at the ground. Her brows were, though, no furrowed; whatever thought she was now deep into was not a dark one. Simply a curious one.

"Twi. Listen to me... please?"

And finally she looked up at me, her beautiful and deep plum colored eyes sparkling with anticipation. I knew I was apprehensive now. The shining in her eyes, of utter curiosity and deep questioning was of adventure. And I, a shy pony with the simple life I had, was extremely worried.

"Twi, what's wrong?" My voice was hardly a whisper.

Somehow, when hers came, it had the same tone but not sound.

"Shy.... I want to go up to the clouds."