Upon Floating Clouds

Everything was peaceful in the land of Equestria. Young fillies and colts were frolicking in the bright, vivid, lush, green summertime grass. Birds soared in the sky and bees hummed as they pollinated flowers. The scent of rain hung in the air as some stormclouds hovered, making some refreshed and others anxious. Soarshine lay on her bed, gazing out the window. It had been so long since she had flown, and even longer since the accident. She was now fifteen, an age to be proud of. Although her dreams might have seemed impossible, she still dreamed them. Her one working yet unused wing always stayed closed and she normally wore a cloak to hide her bare, wingless side. Friends? Nope. Supportive family? Nope. Her mother absolutely forbade her to try flying, and it didn't help that Soarshine's self-esteem was very low.

The family cottage was new, as it had new roofing and a screened in porch. Normally the family ate dinner in the screened in porch, but that night they actually ate it outside. Soarshine's father hauled the table off of the screened in porch and set it in the grass. They all sat down to eat spaghetti. It was very awkward when they ate dinners. Normally Soarshine's mother would be working on her flying tricks. Normally her father would be writing up papers. Normally Soarshine only ate with her imaginary friend. Her imaginary friend, to her, seemed to be her only friend on the planet. She though of her family as unsupportive and uncaring when mainly it was the exact opposite.

"I want to-" she began.

"You can't fly," said both her mother and her father.

"Well, yeah! Duh! I know that." said Soarhsine annoyedly. "I was going to ask about joining WOnderbolts camp anyways. Just to watch, y'know?"

Skywhirl looked at Soarin.

"I don't know. You're not going to try to fly, are you?"

"Nope."

"You sure."

"Eeyup."

"You sound like Big Macintosh stopit."

"Mmkay, so are you going to let me?"

Skywhirl considered for a moment.

"I...I guess so. Do NOT fly."

"I won't."