The Adventures of Aurora

I trotted along the streets of ponyville, humming a little song that Sweetie Belle sang for me and the crusaders.

The time is right
hold your breath
use all your might,
dont you ever let go.

Ill help you see~
Ill help you see~~
thats just what you mean to me.

Cant you see
the way
cant you see
the day
cant you see
the light
the flight
the right
kind of path...

Choose it for me~~
come on and find me~~
find me where you know~
where you can,
where you can~~~~

It was a sweet, random song written incorrectly and not the way songs should be written.

Thats what she told us.

But, she also told us that she didint care about that.

Then she sang this song.

It was adorable.

Scootaloo even made a really complex dance with it.

Later on, when I was laying on a hill, watching the sunset, she asked me how I learned to fly.

I smiled at the memory.

“I was supposed to be flying before I knew how. So my mom pushed me off a cloud and watched.”

Scootaloo widened her eyes in terror.

“Dont worry, she caught me when I didint know how. While I was falling, she would yell at me. FLAP! FLAP! FLAP, CELESTA DAMMN IT! It was so funny.”

We laughed together.

“Do you think you could teach me how? Like, not the way your mom did.”

I looked over at her. Her tiny wings had grown, and they now looked big and strong enough to fly with them.

“Shure. How's tommorow?”

“Awesome!”

Entry #11

Dear diary,

Today scootaloo asked me if I could teach her how to fly.

I said yes, and so I think we will start with the basics.

We'll have her wing muscle built up in no time.

Bye

The next day, we started with 20 wing push ups. These were the same as push ups, exept instead of using your hooves, you use your wings. I got through them quickly since I was use to much more, but scoots needed some more help.

“Lift your body. You look like jello. You need to be able to be so stiff that a pony could walk on you.” I instructed.

Seeing her look of alarm, I hastily said “dont worry, nopony will.”

After that, we did a couple of wingstands on the wall, which were the same thing as handstands, but you used your wings.

“When are we gonna fly?” scootaloo whined after she fell down from a wingstand.

In the middle of one, I said “Probably not untill tommorow. We need you to have really strong wing muscles, so that you can keep yourself in the air by hovering.”

I demonstrated hovering by flying in one place.

She tried, but could only hold it for two seconds.

“Fourty more wing push ups!” I barked at her, sounding very much like rainbow dash.