Lucky And The Search For Friends.

Wings in ready position? Check. Wind blowing in the most ideal way? Check. Nerves steeled, body in the ready position, home made crash cushion (a mountain of pillows) in position? Check, check, and check. Game face on? Eye’s narrowed, muzzle closed, teeth clamped, triumphant smirk ready and waiting? Check, check, check, and check. Game face is on.

Tunnel vision, all she can see is the edge and the sky. Nothing below her, nothing beside her, nothing behind her, just the edge, and the endless blue ocean above her head. She stomps the ground three times, she gives a quick snort from her muzzle, and then she breaks into a wild gallop, a free gallop. The edge is still so far away, and she gallops for what feels like hours. Her lungs start to burn, her heart is pounding in her chest, small droplets of sweat make there way down her face. Time slows down, the edge keeps getting closer, much closer. 15 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters, 2.5 meters, 1 meter!

0 meters and she jumps. Her wings spread, her legs kick out, and her body assumes a natural position for take off. Her wings catch the air, her body is caught in a lift, and her soul sours. She is flying. It is unlike any other kind of flight, flight born not from tools, not from the movement of the natural laws of reality (or the lack thereof of said laws), but born from her own power, her own capabilities. She is the one who is flying, and it is bliss.

She ducks and swerves, swoops and rolls, goes faster and slower, goes higher and lower, bursts through clouds in heroic dashes, spirals in her descents and ascents, and pulls of every trick in the book as naturally as a fish to water. She is the envy of stunt pilots everywhere. The sky is her ocean to play in, an ocean infinitely deep, with every corner available to her, anywhere she wishes to go, she can in the most graceful of ways. As the expression goes the world is her oyster, but unlike the expression she has already found her gem.

She picks up speed, faster and faster she goes! Reaching speeds no living being has ever made on their own, faster and faster, until she hears a loud crack, and a rush of air surrounds her, and she feels nothing but the intense pressure of unimaginable speed, and then all too soon she stops. She turns to admire her work, and gasps at the sight of millions of colours staining the sky, not like the controlled hand of a painter, but the cascading effect of a waterfall mixing and flowing, but never actually merging, as they fall towards the ground.

She simply hovers there admiring the sight, taking in its gorgeous beauty, as it is made all the better by the setting sun. It is the most beautiful thing in the world, a sight angels and devils alike would weep at. Nothing can match it, and she made it, she did! The most glorious sight in the world is within her power. She realizes her triumphant smirk had graced her face the moment she took flight, but by now it is no longer a smirk, it is the biggest smile she has ever had.

And that is when the passing calm with large eyes, spindly arms, and bat wings, holding a bushel of rutabaga tells her it’s time to wake up.

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Lucky Raindrops woke up with a start, smacking her makeshift clock (a small plastic sundial she found in Lucas's parents house) off the table, and starting to flail around in a terrible impersonation of a fish out of water. A short fit later, she blearily rubbed the corner of her left eye with her right hoof, blinked a few times, and began the tiresome process of getting out of bed.

Lucas had been a horrible morning person, Lucky wasn't much better, but found mornings much more tolerable than Lucas. Still, grumbling to herself, Lucky made to do her (new, one day old) early morning routine. First food (a lovely little potted fern was her latest victim/meal), then brushing her teeth (tricky, but eventually doable), slipping on her pull over hoodie (getting kinda dirty by now), and then some light exercise.

Lucas had never been unhealthy, and his physique hadn't been bad, but his actual health did leave a lot to be desired. Thus Lucky Raindrops had decided that since no one was around to talk and hang out with, and since she wanted to fly so what better way to help than to get into good shape, she had taken to trying to figure out some form of exercise routine. For the most part she had stuck to moving as fast as she could (halfway between a canter and a gallop), and had tried to do various exercises like sit ups, push ups, jumping jacks, and other such things that she could actually remember. For the most part none of them really worked in a pony body, and she had stuck to early morning canters, and simply trying out as many exercises as could possibly fit in her early morning allotted time (usually whatever felt like 15 minutes).

roughly an hour later (or at least what felt like an hour), Lucky Raindrops began to trot towards the park passing many an overgrown garden (guess that's why plants take over all the cities in post apocalypses were humans simply disappeared), and happily taking a small bite of any old plant when the mood struck her. Yesterday’s flying practice hadn't actually gotten her any closer to flying (felt pretty much the same every time she threw herself of the slide top, flush triumph, replaced with dawning horror and terror, then panic, then pain), but Lucky had put her mind to it, and by gosh she was going to do it even if it killed her! After all, there really wasn't anything else to do but practice flying (thoughts of long term survival and shelter had yet to really cross her mind).

A pair of light azure eyes carefully watched lucky from a distance, feeling steadily more annoyed whenever Lucky took a bite out of a garden. That was something they were going to have to work on, as soon as they met this strange walking, talking, pony (were those wings?), But first they had to figure out what they were actually going to say.

That was always the hard part.

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June 2 2015

Dear Diary

Today was great! Weather was wonderful (not too hot, not too cold, and a nice light breeze), animals were doing there own thing (they haven't bothered me yet, but ya never know. . .), and I even got a portable CD player working! Didn't get it from his parents house, got it from the new place I'm staying in, I can’t stand being in his parents house any more, and living in it is out of the question now, even if it wasn't trashed. . .

Sorry that wasn't in the spirit of today was it? Today was, is, a good day! Nothing horrible has happened, the day itself has nice weather, and everything I've done today has gone well. I didn't fly mind you, but today at least felt like progress, so you know what I’ll count it as a win. I’ll probably have to worry about food when winter comes around, but for now everything is nice and abundant, even the gardens are overflowing with food plants.

In a couple of days I'm going to head back to my apartment, and grab what I need and what I want. Probably gonna ditch most of my electronics though as electricity doesn't really seem to be working right any more. Nor does gas. Water seems fine for the moment, but if the electricity and gas is anything to go by then I probably shouldn't get my hopes up for it lasting. . .

Gah! What is wrong with me, stay on track, this is suppose to be a happy entry!

So yeah, today was great. It probably helped that I had the best flying dream ever! seriously it was so cool, and it felt so real, and oh my gosh it was just so awesome! It makes me really excited too, cause one day I'm going to be able to fly like that! I’ll I need to do is practice a little more.

Here’s to the future looking brighter (and to flying)

-Lucky Raindrops

that's what your suppose to do right? end a diary entry with your name and a farewell?

whoops! probably should stop writing then if that was the end of the entry!

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