Just a Heads Up

I had apparently woken up uncharacteristically early this morning, not that I'm a Pony to be late out of bed, since I have so many critters to care for. Angel the bunny, to mention one. I'm just not quite as early the bird, as Apple Jack and Big Mac. With the farm to tend to, the hours are way too few.

To be early out of bed isn't the problem, if there ever was one in the first place? What rocked me is what I noticed, just as I had slipped the quilt off of my flank, and my wings got out into the sparse light of my cottage. I have never paid too much attention to them, they're there, and I keep them in order, and that's the end of it?

Now I found a pair of cerise bat wings, in the place of what had always been a pair of regular yellow pegasi wings, nothing extra ordinary about them. I had not even been a fast flyer, not that it was my goal, like it is for Rainbow Dash.

She had apparently set her goal to hit the Wonder Bolts, from before anything else, in part due to her parents aptitude in flying, as far as I could recall the explanation. Since she is the one who always perform the Rainboom, it is her place. That's not mine. Never was and it never will be.

She had apparently managed to build up my courage, the fateful day she had been responsible for a hurricane to pull up the water for Clouds Dale, where we both came from. That's where my problems had originated in the first place.

Now looking back at myself, I'm still the same yellow Pony, a pegasus, just as I have been since birth. My main and tail still remain the same cerise as well. There is nothing more special about me as far as I could tell, which I guess I'm happy for. I liked myself the way I had been. I can live with the shyness issue, in part because I could put it aside when it mattered the most, like in the cases I'm protecting the critters I'm in charge of, or my friends, when the matter is urgently pressing. I just can't let them down when it counts.

Looking at my wings incidentally made me think of Dash, and how she was prepared to stand up for me that day, just as she helped me through the event with the hurricane. Maybe it seems small, but it isn't to me. I guess it may be in part, due to her being my friend? Even if it was originally her pride in the attempt to break a record. A record she had to abandon in favour of even getting the water up to Cloudsdale at all.

There is just about enough light for me to see my hooves and not much more, but since I'm the sole wake here, and I did not want to wake them up, I decided to get out in order to have a moment and take some fresh air. Maybe I could get back in time for a short nap, before they woke up?