Goodbye my love

Dear Soarin, my holidays been great, its nice to have a break from all the hard work that comes with being a Wonderbolt. The weather has been lovely and calm, great for going on relaxing walks through the nearby forests, hope to see you soon, Spitfire.

The firey maned pegasus carefully put down the ink stained pen on the solid oak table before her. She picked up the letter and trotted outside to where her obsidian mailbox a short distance from the soectacular, luxurious hotel, as she cantered through the garden she couldn't help but notice the magnificent emerald colour it was rather dazzling, she popped the slightly crumpled letter into the mailbox and trotted slowly back to the gigantic building towering towards her.

Dear Soarin its been a few days since I sent you my letter why have you not answered? Your probaly busy training the cadets, oh well its not easy being a Wonderbolt after all.

Please reply when you get some free time, can't wait to fly with you again, Spitfire.

The stunning yellow mare sighed putting the pen down, it was passed midnight and she was tired, she yawned as she slowly walked out into the garden and almost creep to the mailbox, she put her letter inside, she looked around, the howling wind it her like a bullet knocking her like a domino, the pitch black shadows lingered in the darkness, as the shly turned and galloped back into the huge tower before her. She slumped into bed and snuggled into the freshly washed covers, slowly closing her amber eyes, she turned onto her back, rested her majestic wings and fell into a deep, dream filled slumber.

Soarin its been a week why don't you answer, are you training extra hard or spending more time with the young fliers either way your worrying me, if you don't answer soon I will cut my holiday short, I can't enjoy myself stressing out whether your okay or not, did I upset you or make you made, if so I'm sorry Soarin. I miss you, please reply when you get this, Spitfire.

The stressed out elite flier finished writing her letter she popped it into the envolope and stuck a stamp on it, she grabbed it into her mouth, teeth clenched she hurried out of her room, into the lobby and out into the garden, the birds sung from the tree tops high up above her as she opened the obsidian metal container and put the dented paper inside, closing the lid tightly and sadly trotting back inside why won't he answer? Thst was the only question on her mind was he angry? Was he upset? Did something happen? Was he ill? Maybe he was out? Spitfire just did not know, it played on her mind all day every day, this was a holiday, this wasn't relaxing, this was hell, it was too much for the young, athletic mare to take she quickly grabbed a pen and some paper, she also got another envolope and stamp.

Soarin I am coming home!

See you soon, yours truly, Spitfire.