The Mom Son Saga - Gilda

Everyone was chatting up a storm. Excited boys and girls, and a couple of grown-ups too sharing tips and tricks and boasting about how they were gonna wow the judges with their incredible techniques. He couldn’t believe the Wonderbolt tryouts had such a large amount of newbies in the second part of the test. But who cares really. There were a few others that were, like him, keeping to themselves and focusing. Maybe this whole waiting in a tent thing was another test? The Wonderbolts did only admit the best and most disciplined fliers in their ranks, maybe this whole thing was being monitored to see who would keep their cool in an obnoxious environment.

“NUMBER 53, GET READY!”

Goddamnit he kept getting startled by that megaphone douche outside the tent every time! Shit, what if not getting startled was being punctuated too?

“NUMBER 54, GET READY!”

Already? What happened to number 53? Did he do something so good he got instantly accepted? Maybe he failed so horribly they told him to go home right away? What could have happened to him? Wait, what number was he?

“FUCKING 56?!” He yelled in surprise, drawing a lot of looks towards him. He quickly glared at everyone trying to recover his cool.

Ok maybe he was a little nervous, so what? Everyone in that room was nervous most likely. Hell, the Wonderbolts probably planned for everyone to undergo a lot of mental stress.

“GO! NUMBER 55, GET READY!”

What if I fuck up my run? They had to give everyone a second chance, no? Mom had told him that Rainbow Dash had screwed most of her run up and she still got in. Ok. No reason to worry.

“Number..”

“AAH!” Keporus screeched. Then the sound of laughter hit him from every part of the room.

“Who the fuck…!?” He started to yell hands curled in fists ready to punch the face off of whoever had humiliated him. But that changed once he saw who had said that.

“Soarin?” He called, recognizing him (mostly because of the poster he owned of the legendary trio). All Gilda had told him was that he was Rainbow’s husband and a bit of an idiot, but that he was a good man and an extraordinary flier.

“Hey there Kep, how’re you doing?” He asked with a smile. Keporus couldn’t really tell if the smile was mocking him or if it was sincere.
“What are you doing here? I thought only Spitfire and Rainbow Dash were going to be judging.” He replied, the sentence sounding a bit more accusatory than he intended.

“Wow, what a lovely kid. Look, I know I was supposed to stay home and look out after Chrom, but I couldn’t miss the tryouts could I? I gotta see what this generation is offering! So I just flew here with the kid!” Soarin answered with a smile, and called for someone to the right of the window. Sure enough, there was Rainbow’s son. They knew each other from their time together at the Junior Speedsters. Chrom waved hi and he retorted with a small gesture of the head.

“Well, have good luck in the test number 56. Remember to have fun!” And with that, Soarin left.

Well that happened.

“GO! NUMBER 56! READY!”

Keporus just stood up, already warmed up, and slowly walked to the entrance. He wasn’t too sure why, but the stupid talk with Soarin had really helped him to cool his nerves.

He wasn’t quite sure he was going to have fun, he thought as the sunlight flooded his eyes and he took in the sight of the stadium, but he was definetly going to own the skies.

A random guard was standing at the side of the field. “Ready number 56?” He asked as soon as he arrived.

He nodded while looking at the enormous blue of the sky.

“GO!”

At the sound of the trainer’s voice, he spread his wings fully and took off at top speed, reaching ideal height in a matter of seconds.

“OK… Vertical drop into glide. Then cloud demolishing…” He mumbled reviewing what he planned to do. “Don’t look at the judges until the finale, remember to keep moving…” He smiled as he folded his wings and gravity started to pull him back to the ground.

He had run this routine with Gilda so many times he could do it with his eyes closed. Maybe that would impress the judges, he thought, as he felt the air resistance building up.

“Two, three, four, five!” Gilda muttered under her breath, unconsciously repeating the routine she and her kid had practiced for weeks. She flew right alongside him, yelling the instructions and counting the seconds that each spot had to take.

“…four, five!” Keporus yelled spreading his wings and turning the momentum of his fall into horizontal speed for an extremely fast glide. His form was perfect, and after one flap he reached his ideal speed once again. He turned sideways and started to run a lap around the field, making the small clouds that were spread all around converge into a huge one right in the middle. Kep opened one of his eyes for a second to confirm the cloud was in position, and once he was satisfied with its position, he shot to the middle of the stadium gliding as close to the ground as he could.

Gilda was not exaggerating, Keporus had talent. Even though he was doing a very simple routine so far, his speed unbelievable. There is very little to refine in that regard, Dash thought as Keporus rose from the enormous cloud he placed in the middle of the field, though his fundamentals could be still be polished. She was rather impressed at his choice of doing this thing with his eyes closed, though she was pretty sure only Spitfire would be able to notice it too, it meant he had worked his ass off practicing this routine, and that he was sure and confident. Dash cracked a smile as she looked to her side, where Spitfire had a fire in her eyes she hadn’t busted out in a while and all the rest of the trainers had their jaws open.

“Training him will be a lot of fun G.” She said to her friend.

No reply.

“G?” She asked looking to her side. Then she smiled, it seemed Gilda just hadn’t heard her considering how intense her gaze was on Keporus. Golden eyes in the sky, lips mouthing the instructions she probably spent weeks teaching him… Her hand gripping her thigh... Dash placed her hand on top of her friend’s and squeezed it a bit. Gilda jumped a bit at the surprise, but kept herself composed, though as much as she tried to keep her cool Rainbow could see her smile and blush a bit, which brought a smile to her own face.

Rainbow laid her head on Gilda’s shoulder, cracked a bit of a smile and looked back to the field.

Keporus was back at ideal height. "Time for the finale" he mumbled, cracking his knuckles. Keeping the routine short and sweet was Gilda's idea, and they had the perfect ending fo it. He had only pulled this move off once, just yesterday, and he was itching to do it again. “The buccaneer blaze.” He whispered. A move apparently created by Rainbow Dash when she was on school.

He wasn’t entirely sure what the process of it was, but when he pulled it off he was going downwards extremely fast, then hit a cloud and while in it, u turning back up as fast as he could. Gilda didn’t tell him what to do either, she just told him the name of the move and said “You gotta figure it out own on your own Kep. I’ll tell you this though, you gotta go really fast.” and called the training session right there. As soon as she was out of Keporus’s sight, she started skipping and giggling, but he would never know.

“Ok then… let’s fucking go!” He roared as he started another free-fall to get as much speed as possible. “Faster, faster, faster!” He kept
repeating to himself, this time flapping as he fell to increase his acceleration rate.

Rainbow sat up and shot her eyes open from the relaxed pose she had adopted, recognizing the form Keporus was taking. She had to ask. “Gilda? Is he going to…” but she was shushed by her, who put her index finger on her lips. Her gaze never left her son, and her only reply was making the smile she was sporting wider.

“Faster, faster, faster!” He kept grumbling, feeling the wind hitting his shoulders and face. He pushed his two arms forward to help increase his speed further.

The trainers all gasped in unison as a sonic cone formed in front of Keporus.

“NOW!” Rainbow, Gilda, Spitfire and Soarin yelled instinctively, as Keporus hit the small cloud he had placed.