I Can't Teach You

With nothing better to do, Hailstorm leisurely flew around Ponyville while casually searching again for her idol Rainbow Dash. A growl stopped her.

“Dang, I’m hungry,” said Hailstorm.

The growl of a stomach that is.

Hailstorm landed near a building that looked like a giant gingerbread house.

“I hope this is a restaurant,” said Hailstorm, “because otherwise earth pony architecture is weirder than I thought.”

“While I do wish all buildings were like Sugarcube Corner sometimes, this is a bakery,” said an overly pink blue eyed mare.

“Gah!” said Hailstorm, “Where did you come from?”

“Well when two rock farmers of opposite-”

“N-nevermind, don’t answer,” said Hailstorm.

The two mares entered the bakery.

“Where’s the pony who takes the orders?” said Hailstorm, “The sign said it was open.”

The room was empty.

“Whoever it is, she’s not doing a very good job,” said the pink mare.

Then she walked up to the other side of the counter.

“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie!” said Pinkie Pie.

“Aren’t the owners going to be mad at you if you stand there?” said Hailstorm.

“I can’t imagine why, this is what they told me to do. I’m in charge of running Sugarcube Corner today,” said Pinkie Pie.

Hailstorm considered saying ‘what’. Instead she just ordered something.

“Just give me a muffin or something please.” said Hailstorm.

Pinkie exchanged the order for its payment.

Hailstorm grumbled to herself as she devoured her muffin at a far off table.

“Why does she not want to teach me?” said Hailstorm, “Am I just annoying or something?”

“Nah, Dashie’s actually got a pretty good tolerance for that sort of thing,” said Pinkie, “I would know.”

“Gah! Where di-” said Hailstorm, having to stop herself when she remembered what the answer probably was, “Wait… how did you know I was talking about Rainbow Dash?”

“Just a hunch,” said Pinkie, “I know Rainbow pretty well.”

“You do?!” said Hailstorm, her forelegs had smacked the table as she attempted to sit up with impact, “Surely you know why she refused to teach me, right?”

“Silly, I’m not Shirley, I’m Pinkie!” said Pinkie, “But I do know.”

“Really?” said Hailstorm.

“Really really,” said Pinkie.

“What is it?!” said Hailstorm.

“It’s a bit complexy, but I’m sure the answer will hit you eventually. Bye!,” said Pinkie. Then she walked away back to behind the counter.

Hailstorm sat there still in silence. Pinkie had the answer, but wouldn’t tell it to her. It took her several minutes to decide to get up and leave.

‘I can’t believe I let her get my hopes up like that,’ thought Hailstorm.

As Hailstorm opened the bakery door, a force of impact struck her.

“Ouch!” said Hailstorm.

“Ow!” said the orange coated force of impact.

The force of impact got up and offered Hailstorm a hoof to do likewise. Hailstorm looked up and was able to realize that the force was in fact an orange pegasus with a pink mane and purple eyes.

“You alright?” said the orange pegasus.

“Indeed,” said Hailstorm, “I actually have had worse wipeouts from when I practice flying stunts.”

“Oh, you’re a stunt flier? Neat,” said the orange pegasus, “I’ve always liked those.”

“Maybe I can entertain you with my aerial techniques later,” said Hailstorm, “but I have a bit of a problem right now. Oh but I should really ask for your name first. My own name is Hailstorm.

“Scootaloo,” said Scootaloo, “What’s your problem that you said you had?”

“I came to this town with a purpose,” said Hailstorm, “I came to be taught by the best stunt flier ever, but she refused me in just the rudest way.”

“I’m sorry,” said Scootaloo.

“Why? It’s not your fault,” said Hailstorm.

Scootaloo just generated awkward silence. Hailstorm gave her a curious look.

“It’s… it IS not your fault,” said Hailstorm, “right?”

Scootaloo sat on the floor and cast her gaze downwards.

“It’s my fault,” said Scootaloo, “It is definitely my fault.”

“R-really?” said Hailstorm.

“I’ll tell ya, but we should really go somewhere else first,” said Scootaloo.

“Very well, I spotted an isolated cloud we could fly to for privacy,” said Hailstorm.

Scootaloo turned her head and sighed.

“We’ve got to walk,” said Scootaloo, “Well, I’m gonna roll there, but…”

Hailstorm tilted her head in confusion.

“The point is, follow me,” said Scootaloo.

Hailstorm watched Scootaloo exit then speed away on a scooter.

‘Wow,’ thought Hailstorm, ‘The speed she’s going could rival the Wonderbolts. I wonder why she’s going by ground though...’