Possibilites

Birds chirping all around the tent and the wind lazily blowing through the trees. The sounds one wishes to hear upon waking up. So beautiful. I opened my eyes and looked around the tent. Not much to see—just Rainbow Dash still resting in my sleeping bag. I yawned loudly, possibility disturbing her in her slumber. She turned a little in the bag, but didn’t wake. It was about then that I had noticed the sleeping bag was closer to me. A lot closer. So close in fact, the bag was touching me and I could feel her warmth through the skin of the bag. I jumped up onto my feet…erm…hooves and stepped back a little.

I didn’t know whether she had intended to move over by me or not, but I was hoping for the latter. I stepped around her and unzipped the door exiting the tent, opening out into a brightly lit forest and a smoldering fire pit. I noticed that there was an apple tree not far from the camp, so I walked over to it and flapped my wings silently, rising up to it and snapping a few apples ripe-looking apples from the braches, bringing them back to the camp. I set them in a small pile next to my bag and began eating one. To occupy my mind, I lifted one up without physical means, the apple hovering around and spinning as if possessed by some bored spirit. I chuckled lightly before taking another bite of my apple.

I heard Rainbow Dash toss about again and then sit up in the tent—startling me and making me drop the hovering apple suddenly—yawning and rubbing her eyes. She looked to the left of the bag, then right. Looking all around the tent until she noticed me through the still open tent door.

“‘Morning sleepy head.” I said and tossed an apple to her. She shot a foreleg out of the bag and caught it.

“Thanks.” She said quietly, biting into the crisp apple.

“So when I woke up, I noticed you were awful close to me. Any reason for it?” I asked. She choked on her bite of apple and slammed her hoof on her chest a few times as she sputtered.

“W-w-well I don’t know, I wasn’t awake then. It was p-probably just cold. Yeah, it was very c-cold last night. S-so I got closer to you to keep warm.” Sure. That bag was rated for Antarctic weather conditions. Although, with me having an internal core temperature of about 38 °C, I must’ve felt nice to lay against. But I didn’t want her to think I thought she had a little something for me, although she was doing a bad job of hiding it already.

“Oh, that’s why. Okay, I was just wondering.” I said, placing more wood in the pit and lighting another fire. She got out of the bag, holding the half-eaten apple in her mouth. She sat next to me as I watched the fire build up strength again. She bit down on the apple, letting the other half fall out of her mouth and catching it before it hit the ground.

I looked over and got a good look at her. Her mane superbly vibrant in the morning light. It made me feel like rainbows were a tangible thing. I would’ve stroked her mane, but not only would that’ve been creepy, I’m sure it would send the wrong message. I shifted my gaze to her face, noting she wasn’t that bad looking for a different species. The way she looked around confidently, taking in her surroundings and analyzing it. She was obviously intelligent to some extent, but how far in that I wouldn’t know.

I noticed that her irises were a beautiful deep red, like that of a cherry. Luckily that meant my brighter purple eyes wouldn’t be too out of place. She noticed me looking and swallowed her chunk of apple.

“W-what are you looking at punk?” She said, trying to keep her composure.

“Oh, I just noticed what a beautiful shade of red your eyes are.” I said plainly, taking another bite out of the apple.

“Thanks.” She said, looking away to hide her face that was mostly likely reddened from flattery.

“So Blueberry, what do you do for a living?” I asked. She looked back at me.

“Well,” she started, “I… Wait, did you just call me Blueberry?”

“Yeah, why not? You're blue, aren't you?”

“Well, yeah, but only my friends can call me names like that!” She said, becoming defensive.

“Whatever you say, Dashie.”

“Anyway, if you must know, I’m part of The Ponyville weather patrol and I’m a member of the Wonderbolts Reserves.” She said confidently, sticking her chest out.

“Wonderbolts? Who are they?” I asked. Her eyes widened and she stood up, ignoring her apple that she dropped to the ground.

“You’re a Pegasus and you don’t know who the Wonderbolts are?!”

“Apparently not, Blueberry.”

“And don’t call me Blueberry!”

“Whatever.” I said. She shoved her face in mine and began ranting,

“They are the absolute BEST fliers in all of Equestria! They go from town to town doing all of these awesome stunts and acrobatics! The fact I get to fly with them is a great privilege! You’re just jealous that you don’t have the skill to accompany them!” I wiped the saliva from my face and pushed her back. It seemed she wasn’t expecting this passive-aggressive reaction. She looked at me, confused to my calm response toward her hostile vanities. Now normally I wouldn’t have taken much offense to such claims. However, because of her boastful attitude, I felt it necessary to remind her who she’s talking to. I looked at her with a dead serious face and took on a menacing tone.

“Now listen here and listen well because I’m only going to say this once. I understand you may be all big-headed belonging to such a ‘big’ organization and all, but you must remember…I’ve had many years to perfect my flying skills. More than you could even fathom. I don’t need any big shot Wonderbolts to challenge my abilities. And trust me,” I chuckled a bit, “I can outfly all of them anytime anywhere. Got that…Blueberry?” She leaned over me again and smiled a sinister smile.

“I don’t need them to show that you’re a pathetic little bug when it comes to flying. How’s about you and me do a little flying, pretty boy? Right here. Right now.” I pushed her back once more, making her huff in anger.

“Bring it on.” I said, gritting my teeth. She spread her wings and launched off into the air with a rainbow following her like a smoke trail on a plane. I was slightly perplexed at this phenomenon, but I didn’t care. I was going to show her. I opened up my wings and raced up after her. We both reached an altitude of about half a mile before hovering as we planned out our course.

“Okay,” she said, “we’ll loop around those mountains over there. Then,” she said, turning around, “stop at that waterfall and fly back to the top of the last mountain. That should be easy enough for you.” I analyzed the course and calculated the most efficient route to fly.

“You ready then?” I asked.

“Ready? I was born ready…” She said confidently.