Prism got up to the blaring sounds of a trumpet, right in his room. His eyes still bleary, he raised his head and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Instead, he somehow tumbled off his bed and landed on his back on the floor. That woke him up.
"C'mon, Prism!" Rainbow Dash said. "We can't have you lying on the floor."
"Mm" Prism didn't feel like getting up. He really didn't feel like doing anything right now. Maybe he could have a lazy day. Just lay in his room in this surprisingly comfortable position, watch TV, eat some apples...
"Prism?" Rainbow asked. Since he hadn't moved yet, there was a bit of concern in her voice. "Are you OK?" She flew over to the young colt's side, and nudged him. A loud snort emitted from his nose, making his bolt up in shock, and making Rainbow fly up in surprise.
"Ow, what was that?" He asked, his nose still burning.
Rainbow slowly flew back down. "That is what's called being lazy." She said, turning away from him. "Now, pack your things."
"What? Why?" Prism asked. He never got the memo that they were moving. And if this was supposed to be a surprise, it was one he didn't want.
Rainbow scoffed a bit and turned her head towards her son. "Were not moving." She reassured, as if reading his thoughts. "Twilight just wants us all at Yakyakistan for a week." She paused a second, as if trying to remember something. "Oh, right, don't forget to pack as many blankets you have. It's freezing up there, but, you'll probably like it." With that, she left his room, closing the door behind her.
Prism sighed and looked around. He went over to his bed and put his chin on the end. His hoof stepped on something unstable. He raised his head a bit, and saw it was an old skateboard. Sighing, he kicked it out of the way and put his head back on the end of the bed.
So much for a lazy day.
Prism gripped Soarin's fur even tighter as he looked down for the fifth time since they left. He estimated they were a hundred miles off the ground. But he was never really good at estimating. Either way, whenever he looked down, he knew that, if something were to happen, say, Soarin was showing him a trick and he let go, he would be vulture food by the time he hit the bottom.
"Son, your gripping my fur to tight." His fathers voice made him snap back to reality. After a moment, Prism noticed it was strained.
"Oh, sorry, dad." He mumbled, but he didn't ease up. He knew it was ridiculous for a pegasus to be afraid of heights, but he was. He was deathly afraid of heights, or more, afraid of falling from a high place.
"Prism!" He was startled back to reality yet again. A purple filly pegasus with spiky blue and white hair was by Soarin's side. "Where were you? In La La land? I've been calling your name for three minutes now!"
"Oh. Sorry, Whirlwind. I-I was daydreaming."
Whirlwind smirked. "Always with your head in the clouds, huh? But you never want to go on a cloud, so..." She trailed off when she saw Prism's face. He was shooting her a stop it before I make you forget your own name look.
"Anyways." She said, quickly changing the subject. "Do you know why your going to Yakyakistan?"
Prism shook his head. "No. My mom woke me up at five in the morning to go."
"Aww, I'm sorry." She teased.
Prism looked down-to his mistake-and gripped his father even tighter, somehow. He looked back at Whirlwind. "Don't you have someplace to be?" He asked, quickly pointing a hoof down towards the ground.
She shook her head. "Nah, I'm skipping practice today."
"Don't you want to train to become a Wonderbolt?"
"Dude, why would you even ask that? Of course!" She looked at Rainbow Dash, flying a few feet in front of them. "I was hoping your mom could train me?"
"Why?"
"She's the best there is! Your so lucky to have her! I'll bet, with her, you and I can get into the Wonderbolts for sure!"
Soarin cleared his throat. "I'm right here, you know..." He mentioned.
"And, of course, your dad is pretty amazing to." She added. Soarin flew a bit higher, pleased with what she said. Only making his son grip harder. Regretting going higher, he went back to the height they were at before, making his son loosen up just a tiny bit.
"What about me? Don't you want lessons form me?" Prism asked. Whirlwind burst out laughing at that, sending her back a little bit. After calming down, she caught up easily with them.
"No offense, Priz, but, I don't think so." Prism's expression darkened. Whirlwind immediately noticed and tried to back up. "I mean, how could you teach me lessons? Your to scared to fly a inch above the ground." She immediately noticed that she was making it worse. "No offense." She added.
"I could teach you stuff, even if I am six centimeters off the ground! Besides, you wouldn't exactly like my moms teaching methods."
"There probably better than yours." She said, flying right behind Soarin.
Prism had had it. He turned around, shoving all his anger towards his so-called friend. "Thats it, Whirlwind! Fly away! NOW! And the next time I see you, I want an apology! Until then, Leave!!"
Whirlwind was taken aback from his bluntness.It took her a moment to recover. "Like that will ever happen. Your too sensitive for your own good." With that, she flew away, back to her practice.
Prism turned back around and sighed. Soarin, noticing his discomfort and sadness, tried to soothe him.
"Girls, huh? I remember the first time I met Rainbow. She saved my cake from hitting the ground-"
Prism groaned and buried his face in his fathers fur, wrapping his hooves around Soarin's neck.
"What?" Soarin asked. "It's just a cake story."
They arrived in Yakistan two hours later. The freezing wind blew harsh against the colts wings and fur, making him shiver uncontrollably. There was a chunk token out of the mountain, as if a shark came up and ate the snow.. Huge, wooden gates stood in front of them.
Author's Note
I don't feel like working on this anymore.
But, I'll be willing to if anyone asks. :)
