The Adventures of Aurora

After almost a whole day of wing work out, Scootaloo looked beat. Her curly mane was soaked in sweat and water she poured over herself, her wings looked tired but bigger, and her coat was damp.

“Nice work, scoots.” I patter her shoulder. “Class dismissed for today. Meet me here, same time tommorow. If your lucky, we might get into the air.”

Despite the hard workout she had just been through, her sweaty face lit up and she started bouncing around.

“Oh, and uh.. take a shower, will ya?” I said before I flew away.

Being a teacher was fun. Scootaloo was a hard worker, and she did her work honestly. Not cheating, like some fillies. They would say they did 30 wing push ups when they only did 27. It was unfair and made me mad.

Entry #12

Dear Diray,

scootaloo is a really good learner.

She honest and hard-working.

Tommorow she deserves a reward, im gonna coax her into the sky, and we'll hover.

Maybe i'll even teach her how to move back and forth.

Bye.

The next day, scootaloo was there 5 minutes early.

“I was just sooo exited!” She said. “I hope we're gonna fly today. Are we? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

“hmm. Maybe...” I teased.

To get started, we did 5 wing push ups, and some running on the spot.

“Okay. Now, were gonna hover in the air. First, you flap your wings very slowly.” I demonstrated. “Then, you push off with your legs, like this. And once you get high in your jump, you flap your wings at a steady pace, like this.” I jumped and hovered.

She started to do it but I stopped her.

“One more thing.” I said, my hoof on her shoulder. “Of you want to take off really fast, you just jump and SHOOM! Blast off.”

I flew a couple of yards away, jumping fast.

“Okay?” I yelled to her from a couple of yards away.

“Okay! Lets do this!” with a smirk, she put on imaginary goggles and started her wings slowly.

I shot back over to her, watching her every move.

She took a deep breath and jumped, her wings slowly flapping.

She fell out of the sky like a rock and I caught her.

“wow, that was close.” she said. “sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for.” I smiled. “just flap your wings a little faster. Okay?”

“Okay.” She put on imaginary goggles again and started her wings. Then, using a slightly stronger jump, she leapt into the sky and flaped her wings furiously.

She did not fall, she just stayed in place.

“holy cow! Im flying!!! how do I move?”

“You are flying! Just hovering actually, but still! To go higher, move your wings faster. To go down, slow down your speed.”

“Okay, im gonna go down.” She said.

“Alright. Now, slowly you have to-”

She stopped beating her wings.

“Scoots!” I shouted in frusteration and caught her again. “You need to SLOWLY beat your wings. Not just stop altogether.”

She blushed. “Sorry, I was so happy to fly, I jus-” she was cut off by me throwing her into the air. “Whoooah... I got it!”

And she did. She was hovering again, staying in the air. I flew up beside her.

“now, to move forward, angle your wings a little down. Like this.” I showed her. “And to move backwards, angle them up, like this.”

She moved backward and forward. Then she neatly landed on the ground, without falling or hurting herself.

I landed next to her.

“That was really good, scootaloo! Now, ju-” I was cut off by her hugging my leg furiously.

I lifted her onto my chest and hugged her back.

Little scootaloo had learned how to fly.