Upon Floating Clouds

"One more lap, come one you guys! You can do this. Or you're cleaning the mess hall tonight!"

The sound of Spitfire's voice rang through the altitude as she flew the laps with the Wonderbolt Camp members. It also inspired Soarshine to fly faster. Harder. Push herself harder. Finishing first was unusual to her but as she landed Spitfire landed also.

"You've got some spirit, kid. You have potential. Just...stop actin' like you haven't flown in years."

On the inside, Soarshine laughed at this remark. Having her wings back WAS new to her, considering the fact it had been ten years since she had actually flown. Soarshine considered herself good at flying. It was her passion and she never did take up any hobbies.

Soarshine dug at the gravel as the remaining pegasi landed. Soarshine flexed her wings. Then she opened them wide. The potion Zecora gave her in exchange for 150 bits gave her larger wings than she had had before. It felt amazing, wonderful, joyous to fly again.

Wonderbolts Camp went by incredibly fast, and then Soarshine used the other potion Zecora gave her to take her wing away.