Joker opened her weary eyes.

"Hey, kiddo! It's time to go to school!" Her father yelled. His hooves made soft, fluffy sounds as he trotted upstairs. The blue mare sat up and was about to hop out of bed when her father came in.

"Joker, no! What are you doing?!" He exclaimed, frightened. Joker looked down at her back hooves, seeing the cloud floor.
She swished her hooves around, cutting the soft, white ground with the tips. Joker was then lifted up onto the stallions' back, feeling all his muscles and bones move beneath his skin. There was a silence between them, until there was a little peep from the young mare

"Daddy, can you take me to Ponyville someday? I want to touch the ground."

"Dear, we've talked about this. You have many brothers and sisters that want to stay here, in Cloudsdale. Maybe sometime they'll lighten up and decide that Ponyville isn't as boring as they thought." He replied, finishing with a deep laugh.
Joker just huffed, and crossed her hooves. Her father was a WEATHER PONY, he went to Ponyville all the time. He's even touched GRASS before.

Jokers' anger was suddenly shifted toward Discord. If he hadn't killed her family, Joker wouldn't have ended up in Cloudsdale, she wouldn't have been adopted by this pegasi family, and everypony wouldn't hate her for her lack of flight.
Joker was going to touch the ground, and she didn't care what it took.

Author's Note

In this story, I'd like to say Joker is about 10, 11, or 12. She still hasn't gotten her cutiemark, and is looking for her purpose in life. It's not sad or dark yet, but it will be in maybe a few more chapters.