A new name a new town.
A new name, a new town.
A day like every other,
above the clouds, in Cloudsdale, in a school.
She sat on her favourite spot like she did everyday, besides the great Wonderbolts poster
and dreamed to be one of them.
“Wingdaloo, are you there?”
These gentle voice accompanied to Autumnbreze, her teacher.
The words echoed towards the empty room
and ripped the pegasusfilly out of her dreams. Wingdaloo yawned and stretched her body,
her little wings creaked and the bright orange coat bristled. It seemed,
through the red mane wandered a hunch of crawlies and the filly shivered.
“There you are. We have to talk.”
This voice followed a spotted deep red body with mossy green spots and a long mane of the same colour.
Her teacher entered the room. He beheld the little filly, the wings were firmly pressed against his body.
His green eyes shined a moment and a little smile glided through his face.
“I think your suppose to be here. As you already know the class will go to the junior flight camp,
as soon as possible.”
Her teacher stopped, as he saw that the little eyes began to glean and he sighed.
He never wanted to speak these words, but this was the only solution for these problem.
“You have to understand, Wingdaloo! We aren't going to accept anypony
with your wingsieze there. You should.”
The upset voice of the filly trembled and disrupted the attempted explanation.
“But I think, I could be there for a while. Maybe they will growing, if I will train hard enough. Please, let me try.”
Autumnbreeze just hoisted his right hoof and stopped the distraught raptures of the filly.
Tears were rally in the eyes of the stammering Pegasus. He tried to soothe her.
“You will be only relegate for one year, Wingdaloo. If you will learn and train enough,
you could go to the camp next year.”
“But I want go now. All my friends are going. What could I say them?”
Her voice floundered and she stroked with the left hoof over her face,
she smeared the tears of, however new one sprang outwards.
“I know, this doesn't sound very nicely. Even so you will certainly find friends in your new class.”
The filly starred long to her teacher and wimp out. She turned over and snivelled.
Her voice sounded so painful, that Autumnbreeze jittered and walked two steps further.
“I want go. Please, let me go. Please!”
The teacher shook his head and tried to say something, still Wingdaloo jumped through the cloud wall
and ran away from this message. Her wings flapped faster and faster, however she didn't take off.
Everywhere she saw pegasi, they flew, they smiled, but all of these darkened her mood even more.
She wanted to be like all the others. beeing able to fly, like all.
They should stopped following her with pitifully eyes.
They should stopped watching her, like she was wrong, or ill. Faster, faster she runs,
however she couldn't run away from her feelings. Her hooves leaded home, a place.
A place she wanted not see now, but whereto she should go?
She sneaked through the meadow and tried to dry her tears,
before her Mum realized these all and was trying to comfort her,
or worse viewed her pitiful as the others.
She arrived the door without any problems and lifted the hoof to push it open.
“Wingdaloo are you here? Come please. We have to talk.”
She smeared again over her eyes and wore a smile. She entered the living room, where her mother sat on a cloud.
She put two plates with her famous hot carrot cookies at the table.
Her name was a perfect match. Her flaming red mane and bright yellow coat matched with Curryfeather.
Her cutiemark, a white pounder in a mortar, showed, that she was a great cook.
The name Wingdaloo was her idea, however it didn't match so far to her children.
She bowed her head, when the filly entered and the great wing fluttered her a cloud to sit down.
The magenta eyes tookher child into account and remarked, that she had wept again.
Curryfeather sighed.
“Had Autumnbreeze spoken with you, Wingdi? Did he told what was his plan for you?
She discontinued and hawked. The filly leaned forward, took a cookie, nibbled at the margins
and the spicy taste drove tears in her eyes. She nodded and chewed on the rest, very concerned to say nothing.
“You have one other choice. I could go to Ponyville with you and aunt Sunny takes care of you,
when I have to fly to Cloudsdale. You could go to school there and maybe you find same friends by theses ponies.”
Wingdaloo opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She bit her lips and closed her eyes.
Simply vanish from Cloudsdale? How could Mum advances this sort of action?
Inside her the thoughts floated, however it was not sadness alone, wrath took place too.
Her hooves found the plate and smashed it.
“I'm not a defect. I'm not sickly, I may only.”
She snapped and snivelled.
Curryfeather stood up and walked around the table. She pulled the filly with a wing to her and
squeezed her proper.
“I'm sorry, Wingdi. This isn't, what I want to say. You are something special. Please, let me help you.”
Wingdaloo snivelled even louder and pushed herself harder in the gentle mane of her mother.
She yelled her frustration into the mane and cried. Curryfeather stroked her over the head and her little red mane.
She could gave everything, hence her wings grew, even the unicorns couldn't helped her. What should she do?
This decision wasn't make by one day. Wingdaloo took two weeks, but whatever she thought.
It was wrong.
She roamed around after the school, in attempted to clear her thoughts.
Whatever, where she ever went, everpony looked at her with pitifully eyes.
How should she feel better than? Even in school all of them looked at her in the same matters.
Younger fillys whispered and laughed, surely about her. Wingdaloo felt lonely and
even the attempts of her teacher were nothing other than pitifully words for her.
Or so she take them.
“I should leave. I have to go to Ponyville. There they will not dare to look.”
Her voice sounded so calm and a heavy burden fell of from her.
At the same day she talked to her mother, that she had made a decision.
“You had to stand here, please. Only cos I'm different, you shouldn't leave home.”
Curryfeather tried to say something, however a look in the eyes of her filly stopped her. She understood:
Wingdaloo wanted not looked pity, and even she, her mother was a reminder of this looks. She had to go alone.
Her youth was no excuse.
“I will write you every day, Wingdi. I hope you will be happy down there.”
The transition to Ponyville was easier, as Wingdaloo even thought.
Aunt Sunny Rays was familiar with earthponys around her,
and looked to Wingdaloo like someone. Without pity eyes. Her welcome gift was something,
the filly hadn't ever seen.
A Scooter.
Dear mummy,
I've arrived Ponyville safely and look forward for the school.
Miss Cheerilee is very nice and I'm glad to meet many new friends.
The houses here are made of wood and stood solid on the ground.
At first it was odd, that I'm couldn't go through the walls, and I took even two bumps , however I familiarize slowly.
Aunt Sunny isn't often at home, she has seem a lot to do.,
but she gifted me a wonderful present and showed how to use it.
A blue scooter with red wheels, I painted a picture for you.
Now I have to told you something, that I've thinking about.
I know you loved the name Wingdaloo, however as long as my wings don't grow, I should change him.
How do you like Scootaloo?
I think he pitched perfect and will be hopefully, that you like him too.
I'm awaiting your response Mummy,
in love
your Scootaloo.
A letter by a beloved one
A letter by a beloved one.
Curryfeather take the huge wooden spoon with her right wing and mashed the oats under the boiling water.
Today was soup day and she was late. In the weatherfactory was lunch hour in two hours and she began just now.
With her mouth she gripped a bunch of spice, while she stirred well the soup.
She shoved the mortar nearby with her front hoof.
Now her left wing was lifting vegetables from a chopping board and threw it in the pot.
She ground the spices with the pestle firmly in her hooves and
added more piece of vegetables to the soup with her wings.
She was so focused on her work, that she failed to hear the doorbell and looked up first,
when a grey pegasus mare stand directly before the counter.
“I'm not ready with the soup. But if you wish I can make something else.”
She spoke so pleasant as she could, however sounded harried.
She threw repeatedly her glances amongst the pot and the guest.
First she struck the cap and the yellow mane under that.
“I hm...I've to only submit a letter.”
The mare whispered scarcely audible and smiled gently.
Curryfeather smiled back and paused for a moment. The bright eyes of her guest starred both past her
and were rolling involuntary to the ceiling and to the ground. However she hadn't time for additional observations,
the boiling soup was catching her full attention and she stirred farther.
“I've a sandwich and a little cup of tea from breakfast. Please take a cloud. I will be there for you in a moment.”
She didn't listen and prepared her soup much further.
She was adjusting down the heat on the stove with her left wing,
was laying with mouth a cap on the pot and was fluttering to her guest a notably comfortable cloud with her right wing.
She was flying aloft with a few flaps, was taking a plate, who like always stand above the pantry, with her teeth
and was landing again. Than she was gripping the sandwich with her right wing.
She was pushing a cup on the pantry in position with her hooves and was placing the plate besides.
Together with the sandwich she was pouring the Tea with her left wing and as the guest was finally served completely, she smiled.
“Excuse my lack of attention. I've never seen you here. I'm Curryfeather owner of the Curryparadise Cloudsdale.”
Pride and strain clinked both in this speech, even she managed to resonate a little kindness within.
Her guest was lowering herself unassertive on the cloud and took the sandwich with her mouth.
She was taking a bite, holding the Rest with her forehoof and chewing slowly.
Her eyes were while wandering independently around in the diner.
Gray Cloudwalls were delimiting the diner, only interrupted from red curtains. The center of the diner was the pantry,
a wooden plate onto white clouds. Behind the pantry stood a dozens piles of plates, dirty cups and a few pots on a metallic sink.
On the straight opposite stood a Cloudstove, a very special object. It was filled with the pegasimagic,
lightnings were sparkling within it and were heating the iron pots with their power.
The gray pegasus swallowed her first bite and was licking her lips. She closely beheld the sandwich
and was snuffling very interested onto the spread. She smiled again.
“That tastes very good. What's that?”
Curryfeather was glancing a fast look to the sandwich and smiled too.
“Oh, that's just my own jelly. Lemon with ginger and a wisp of cinnamon.”
Again she was distracting from the pot, his cap began to clatter. Again she was adjusting down the heat
and looked afresh to her guest.
“Curios. It tastes like apples.”
The gray mare licked a little jelly from the sandwich and was starring dizzied to Curryfeather.
She paused again and was examining the sandwich. She was fondling her mane with the right wing
and took a few sweat bead with him. She exhaled and was recovering herself.
“Yes, it's right. This is the applejelly. Sorry about that.”
Her guest smiled and was shrugging her shoulders. Her eyes caught the dirty vessels for a moment,
than were drifting to his own dirty plate. She hesitant put the sandwich back and gripped the cup.
“I'm arriving on a poorly moment.”
Her voice got hardly through the pantry, but Curryfeather was shaking her head.
She take a cup for herself and poured tea in. She drank and smiled.
“It's okay. Really. I'm simply not minding. That's all. How may I help you to feel more welcome?”
The gray mare smiled too and gripped the sandwich again. She ate up and emptied the cup.
Than she was turning it in her hooves for a while and seemed to ponder, if she have to speak.
“I'm feeling very well. Usually I am rarely in Cloudsdale. I wasn't good enough for the weatherfactory.
However, I've found a labour and have won good friends.”
Curryfeather was now listing very carefully, was blocking her chore and was looking encouraging to the pegasus.
She loved this part, once her guests were opening and speaking from themselves.
She was good enough as cook, that other ponies were feeling secure and were lowering their defence.
“I understand. I was feeling the same. I was unsure for a long time,
whether I really had to work as weatherpony. However I've found an other labor.”
She was drifting her glance through the diner and smiled.
“Here I may try out many recipes and I am helping my guests by their problems,
however I've nopony for.”
She was discontinuing and looked briefly to the pot. She lifted the cap and stirred the soup.
Than she returned to the pantry and was nipping on the cup without any reaction for her dismantled sentence.
“Which actual work do you have?”
Her voice was sounding harassed and was taking her inner rufflessness with it.
The gray pegasus seemed to be far away
and her eyes were drifting independently of each other again to the ceiling and to the ground.
She returned quickly and shook her head. Her eyes were hitting back to the normally position
with a hoof and she smiled hesitantly.
“I'm a mailpony from Ponyville.”
She was pushing her cap in position with certain proud and lifted the cup with one hoof. But now she realized,
that it was dead. Curryfeather emptied the last pot in her cup and shook her disappointed.
“Do you like more tea? I could make some new and.”
The gray mare was shaking her head and ge laid her head askant. Her eyes were shining gently
and her same gentle voice was sounding clearly over the pantry.
“For what you don't have somepony?”
Curryfeather was pausing and turning to the gray pony with an open mouth.
Despite her obvious strange eyes she was carrying and being attentive for other ponies.
“Me. Nothing which I'll tell you.”
Her voice was sounding so offended and she was feeling in her words the harassment, which she should have to lock down.
She wanted, that her guests was feeling well here and all were going the normal way.
She was being the helper for everypony.
“What's with you, you have said you aren't often in Cloudsdale. Why?”
Again the gray pegasus was interrupting her and seemed to understand more,
than Curryfeather wanted to understood.
“I believe you have problems. May I could help you?”
The great yellow eyes were piercing both her forehead and her chest, but the voice was sounding again so gentle,
that Curryfeather had to avoid herself.
“Why should I talk to you, a stranger.”
Her own voice was sounding so high and fast, she was laying her hooves onto her mouth and was stroking herself.
“I believe, that somepony strange could be the best help. Like a cook, which listens. Or the mailpony, which comes with a letter.”
Again the voices was calm and without urging undertone, that Curryfeather turned over
and was losing herself in the eyes of her opponent.
“I've to send my child to Ponyville. She want's to be there, because we here are only looking pitiful at her.”
Her voice sounded louder, than she wanted, but the gray pegasus was only smiling and nodded.
She was remaining silent and lifted the cup, almost so, that she would may elicit more words out of Curryfeather.
It was working.
“I've told her, I would accompany her. But she didn't want it. I was looking at her pitiful too.
That she has been said to me. I've only wanted to help her.”
She was breaking up and turned over. Her wrought up would broke free, but she had them under control.
The gray mailpony stood up and let subside her head. Her trait made a slip for moment
and her mouth became very small.
“I'm sorry. I don't want to force you in the corner.”
She drew back and her voice sounded so quietly, she got hardly over the pantry.
However Curryfeather was able to understand her. She shake her head voiceless
and was trying to open her mouth, but only a sighing sound escaped her lipps.
“I don't like to be so dopey. I'm just trying to help. But I believe I've been making it worse for you.”
The gray pegasus closed her eyes and turned over. Her cutiemark seven bubbles appeared under the mailuniform
and she went to the door.
“Wait, please. I am sorry. A good host shouldn't bother his guest with her problems.
But maybe I could make you more than a guest. What's your name?”
Curryfeather have being in control of her voice just in time. She made it, the gray pegasus didn't pile off the diner.
“I'm Derpy. Derpy Hooves and actually I have to deliver a letter,
which has been entrusted to me. Scootaloo has told me, that I should hurry to bring it up here.”
The gray pony lifted a hoof and was pulling out a letter of her saddlebag.
She stepped hesitantly to the pantry and was laying it onto. Curryfeather looked to the Sender and read:
“Wingdaloo, Ponyville, Sunny Rays cottage.”
She was looking her over and a guarded smile appeared on her face.
Her voice sounded a little bit faster, but not so harried at all.
“Thanks Derpy.”
She couldn't say more and was gripping the letter with shaky hooves. Derpy was once looking into her face,
she was fast retracting to the door, as she saw the tears in her eyes.
She gripped quickly into her saddlebag, laid a bit on a nearby desk and opened the door.
“One is happy to be of service. Now I'm letting you alone with your letter. Good bye, Curryfeather.”
“Dear mummy,
I've arrived Ponyville safely and...”
Curryfeather was reading the letter twice and
looked pondering to the painted picture from her daughter.
Than she was looking out of the window and thought.
“Dear Scootaloo,”
Summer Sun Celebration: A very special welcome.
Summer Sun Celebration: A very special welcome.
The day began like the both before.
“Scootaloo wake up. I've to go. The breakfast is on the table.
Please clear all into the sink, if you're eaten up.”
Sunny Rays voice reached through the closed door and sounded a little scampered.
Before the pegsus filly was more than half awoken, the front door closed
and fast hoofbeats receded from the house.
“Good Morning and Goodby, aunt Sunny.”
The little filly called so loud as well she could, but she wasn't sure, that Sunny have heard her.
She opened yawing her sleeping back and rose slowly.
She stretched herself and tölted the shaky legs carefully forward.
Scootaloo screwed her face and suppressed another yawn.
Goosebumps went through her and she felt that her mane protruded.
She shivered and stroked her mane.
“Why doesn't have aunt Sunny a cloudbed?”
She spoke in a low voice into the silence around her and sighed.
Scootaloo missed the tender fluffyness, however Sunny didn't want clouds in her house.
“They affect the wood and cool down everything.
In the summer it's fine, but in my first winter I'd even snow in my bedroom.”
Scootaloo remembered her voice, as she left the bathroom.
The breakfast, a daisy sandwich and a glass of milk, stand at her place
and she clambered the high chair. Sunny have promised, that she got a bed
and suitable furniture soon, however the preparations for
the Summer Sun Celebration have taken her full attention and
so Scootaloo had to sleep on the floor a few days.
She has been taking bed on her own, bud aunt Sunny would do it herself.
Scootaloo ate up and took the glass of milk pensive.
Today was the day. Today was the celebration and she was able to see princess Celestia.
At home in Cloudsdale was the celebration always overcrowded ,
because many families would celebrate it together.
She closed her eyes and bit her lips. The glass trembled in her hooves
and she spilled a drop of milk on the table.
It was the first time, that she celebrated without Mum
and she felt a little gloomy about that.
She looked through the window and in the sky. It was two days without any answer.
She has been writing immediately after her arrival,
even has pleasing the mailpony to deliver the letter faster as usual.
However she hasn't gotten an answer and yet Mum has been promising to write her every day.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a stroke of clock.
Scootaloo leapt up, drank the milk and held the glass with the mouth.
She put it in the sink and cleared the table.
Then she whipped her saddlebacks on and galloped out of the house.
Ponyville were crowded this morning, dozens of ponies, familiar or not,
have hastened around, have cleaned up or have moved things around.
Murmur and laughter were overlay the tohubohu of ponies
and the bustle pushed even Scootaloo.
She wasn't noticed now, quite different to her first exploration of Ponyville. Neither the ponies greeted her or stepped beside.
She felt herself peculiar, like a stranger amidst strangers.
It was right, the ponies here weren't like the pegasi.
Even the pegasi weren't like those in Cloudsdale.
Scootaloo couldn't explain, what the difference was, but something was it.
She was uncertain, what she has been thought about it. Even her first day was so strange.
Aunt Sunny had fetched her from the Cloudsdale Balloon landing field,
had placed her little bags in her home and had shown her around in Ponyville.
Sugarcube Corner and the school had been her prime locations.
Miss Cheerilee, the new teacher, had welcomed her an was very kind.
However Scootaloo had barely settled down,
then aunt Sunny had to go to work and she let Scootaloo alone had found the way back.
She had stumbled reluctant through the town and had tried to orient herself.
Snippet of conversation and laughter had shrouded her
and as she finally had retrieved Sugarcube Corner,
she had been welcomed by a pink whirlwind.
“Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie and you should be new here, right.
Cause I knew everypony around and I don't knew you, so you must be new.
I hope you like cupcakes, I'm loving them, or do you like muffins?
What's your name, where are you from and what's your favourite drink?
What's your favourite colour and...”
She had spoken so fast and without any interruption, that Wingdaloo had much bother
to understand her questions as questions.
She had to wait until the elder pony had breathing and finally she could answer.
“I'm Wingdaloo from Cloudsdale.”
She couldn't gone much further with her answers, since Pinkie had shaken her hoof,
left a muffin in it and pushed her with the other into the bakery.
Two huge earthponies had smiled and nodded to her.
Wingdaloo could had noticed only their main colour, brilliant amber and light cerulean,
before Pinkie Pie again had focussed all attention to her.
“Mister and Misses Cakes, this is Wingdaloo and she's new here.
I've inviting her to her first welcome party here. I'm hoping we celebrate here and.”
Wingdaloo had interrupted the gabbling pony with a loud exclamation.
“But I don't know everypony here.”
The pink pony hadn't allowed any thing to interrupt her line of speaking and smiled.
“That's just perfect. Leave it to me and you will find a bunch of friends.”
Before Wingdaloo had could answer, a male gentle voice interposed.
Slowly and calm he had contrasted the jittery gibberish from Pinkie Pie.
“Pinkie, that is a great idea really, but with so scant time to the summer sun celebration,
which we had to prepare and a party shortly before it isn't so good, right?
Besides the filly had to gain time to come across and settle in.
If she then has founding friends a party will be great. Isn't it?”
Wingdaloo had turned around to the source of this speech
and had viewed closely the brilliant amber pony.
The pistachio eyes had laid only one second an her
and had taken the attention to Pinkie Pie.
Besides his eyes he had only a toque and a white pinny,
that had drawn Wingdaloo attention to it.
She had nodded and smiled hesitant. Pinkie had sighed and loosed a little from her puffy mane.
“But I'm thinking it will be best, if we.”
“Hello Wingdaloo, did you find friends for your later welcome party?”
The pegasusfilly was sudden ripped out of her memory, as the pink ball of energy
obstructed her way and broadcast this question.
Scootaloo recoiled, bumped against another pony and stumbled an excuse.
The incipient voice sounded vague familiar to her.
“N...n...no worry. I've alarming you in a second. I've a mail for you.”
The mailpony with the droll eyes!
Scootaloo turned smiling to her and forgot Pinkies question totally.
Her extended hoof trembled with barely repressed excitement,
as Derpy laid the letter in it and the other stroked nervously over the ground.
She was unable to thank her, or even to speak, and drifted just away.
She let a shortly disappointed Pinkie pie and a smiling mailpony behind.
Dear Scootaloo,
I'm very pleased to hear from you and I'm relief, that you're arrive safely.
I'm pleased to get your picture, too. I'm missing you and thinking always of you.
Your room is as you leaved it and will await you, if you got homesick.
Just write me, if you don't tolerate it much longer and I will meet you.
If you will be happy there, I 'll send some of your posters.
I'm a little upset with your idea to fast change your name.
I'm always finding Wingdaloo very pleasant and fitting to you, no matter the circumstances.
If you like to change it, I'll do not get in the way for your decision,
however you'll be my little Wingdaloo in my heart.
Excuse me, I've sending you no letter yesterday. I'm just feeling badly,
because your telling, that I've to stay in Cloudsdale and not to accompany you.
Do you know, that I do anything for you? I'll move with you to Ponyville, if you let me.
I hope you will change your mind and wish to accompany you.
I'm always loving you, Wingdaloo and await your answer.
Lots of love
Mum.
Scootaloo sat an her place in the school and had hastily opened the letter.
Her hooves trembled more and more, how longer she read the lines.
Finally she let sink the letter on her school table.
She bit her lips and constrained her eyes.
Mum wanted her back in Cloudsdale. So often she had written it in the letter,
Scootaloo was sure about that. She had made the wrong decision.
Mum wasn't happy with all of her decisions.
What should she do now?
Again she looked t the lines and tried to conceive a clear thought,
however the longer she saw this letter, the more she became tangled thoughts
After all she wiped the letter into her sattlebag half angry, half sadly.
Why didn't she tell her so in Cloudsdale?
Why hadn't Mum tell her, that she could move with her? Why?
The tidying up and the school hours flight past her. The other foals didn't bother with her,
as she didn't answer any questions, but seemed to be happy because of the celebration.
Scoot, no Wingdaloo wasn't sure anymore, if she wanted to be happy about this.
Miss Cheerilee dismissed the class and she trotted alone,
after all foals left, through Ponyville and headed home.
No she walked to Sunny Rays house, unsure whether to write a letter
or to pack everything directly.
“Scootaloo, please wait.”
A classmate ran nearby to her and tried to get her attention.
Wingdaloo darted her a look and tried to remember her name.
The two coloured mane and the green eyes together with the white coat
were quite unique in her class and as a unicorn it was a simple task.
“Sweetie Belle, right?”
The pegasusfilly whispered and tried to sound calm,
but the unicorn hold in and viewed her a little suspicious, than she smiled.
She tried to run as fast as Wingdaloo and trotted with her in the direction of Sugarcube Corner.
“I've just thinking, if you like to accompany me
and go to the summer sun celebration with me.
You look quite so, as you need somepony to accompany you.”
Wingdaloo lowered her head and sighed. She stopped and considered.
She could hole up home and has been thinking around Mums letter,
or she could just make a nice evening with a friend.
“I believe, I've questioning my aunt, if I want to. Do you make a slumber party?”
Her voice still sounded higher and faster as usual,
but Sweetie Belle should misconstrue this as excitement.
“No I'm not allowed to do such thing. However you've nopony to celebrate anyway.”
Wingdaloo interrupted the little white unicorn and her voice fluttered louder.
“How do you know this?”
Sweetie Belle recoiled and smiled fast.
“I knew, Sunny Rays can't be your mother. And she is always committed, so I just thought.”
Wingdaloo shake her head to free her thoughts and tripped multiple her left hoof on the ground.
“Yes mum lives in Cloudsdale and works there. I...
Know what, I'm coming with you. When do you want to meet?”
Before her voice again said goodbye and went higher,
or worst tears were able to gather in her eyes, she pledged.
Only that she could free herself form her thoughts.
A grin appeared at the face from Sweetie Belle and she raised her left front hoof to lay him at Wingdaloos shoulders.
“I'll meet you. I have to sleep a little, thereby I'm able to witness the celebration awake.
How about four in the morning? Here?”
Wingdaloo nodded silently, wiped off the hoof and ran away.
“See you tonight, Scootaloo.”
She didn't answered and ran even faster. Now she had to convince aunt Sunny,
that she went with a friend to the celebration.
Afterwards it was really simple, because she found just a letter in the house.
“Dear Scootaloo,
I've to work an additional layer.
Somepony will supervise our work and Pinkie will please her with a party.
Please take your supper from the fridge and go to bed early.
I'll send somepony to wake you.
Raritys little sister, Sweetie Belle will come and meet you.
See you at the summer sun celebration.
Aunt Sunny.”
Wingdaloo deposited the saddlebags and ignored the letter from her mother.
She hoped, that if she let him in the saddlebags, she has never thinking of him again.
But her thoughts circuited around him the whole evening.
First her supper, bred with bramblejelly and an apple, distracted her from it
and gave her a little anticipation for the celebration.
Certainly as she snuggled in her sleeping back,
her thoughts drifted back to the letter and kept her away from sleeping.
“That's not fair. I won't return. I won't be looked so pitiful.
How can I explain all other ponies, that I'm just want to be like every other?”
This question circuited again all feelings, however she hadn't find any answer.
Wingdaloo turned around and tried to all blank out,
by staring against the wooden wall,
but it wasn't successful, she couldn't rid her thoughts.
“I've to return, then Mum is going to be happy again.
That's my only choice, what I'm going to do.
But I won't go back, all other pegasi are looking so different up there.
Here down they look different, not like them. They're just not interesting in my wings.”
She mumbled quieter and quieter and she drifted into sleep.
A loud rap and calling ripped her from her sleep
and she struggled herself out of the sleeping back.
Whereof she has been dreaming she didn't remember,
but she felt tears gliding over her face
and sensed her fast beating heart.
“Scootaloo wake up. We're late”
Sweetie Belle knocked against her bedroom door.
As she heard Wingdaloos hooves she called:
“I'll be waiting before the door. Hurry up, please.”
Wingdaloo hurried and laved her sleepy eyes with cold water.
She drove with her hooves through her mane and went yawning outside.
Sweetie Belle tripped nervously around and pulled Wingdaloo with her,
as she saw her.
Together they galloped to the town hall,
only there shined brighter light in the dim part of the night.
“Hurry, we will miss the princess.”
Sweetie Belle shouted over her shoulder and bounced into the bright ballroom.
Wingdaloo followed her harried and tried to shove through the expected crowd, but.
Everypony stood still, pointed one spot and seem being puzzled.
“Where is she? Where is princess Celestia?”
Somepony beside her mumbled this words and
as Wingdaloo looked to the source, she recognized the mailpony with wide eyed look.
She tried to look forward, collided with a freezing Sweetie Belle staring up to the balcony.
Wingdaloo followed her glimpse and saw the gathering shadows too.
An obscure figure appeared and all of her shape reminded the filly
to a recent suppressed nightmare.
Every image rose out of her subconsciousness and was so familiar.
The long marvellous horn, the dark blowing mane and
the even darker coat, all were like in her last dream. How could she forget?
The aura of these creature was so graspable,
that the fillys thoughts circuited again, but now around her fears
and she wanted only go to one place, home.
However Sweetie Belle, carried her with herself under the balcony,
as if it was easier for her, as long as she didn't see this terrible creature.
But the gloomy voice sounded even there
and Wingdaloo snuggled firmer with her companion,
but she was blindfolded for the surroundings.
“Oh, my beloved subjects.
It's been so long since I've seen your precious, little sun-loving faces...”
Wingdaloo tried her best, but the fear let her no other choice, she just trembled
and pressed herself tighter against Sweetie Belle after this words.
As well her view felt of a pony, that wasn't overwhelmed by fear.
Wingdaloo didn't know who this blue pegasus mare was, but she took her into account.
The rainbow mane played with her almost scornfully face and
Wingdaloo opened her mouth for a gasp, as she tried to swoop down the creature,
however a yellow earthpony with a hat hindered her.
Why was she not afraid? Who was she?
Wingdaloo saw, that she was fighting again her restriction and the hindering earthpony,
she wanted something to do, fight back.
A unicorn with purple coat and three coloured mane walked
between her line of sight and named the creature.
“...I know who you are. You're the Mare in the Moon – Nightmare Moon!”
Wingdaloo gasped and congealed again. This old maretale was true?
Thunder and lightning let her tremble once more and all huddled in fear.
She searched in this fears her heroine, the blue pegasus mare.
She was unimpressed and tried to break away one more time.
Finally the major sent the royal guards against Nightmare Moon,
but everyone were defeated by the lightnings.
With a guffaw Nightmare Moon disappeared and her dark shadow burst through the door.
Now the fighting pegasus mare came loose and chased her.
Wingdaloo broke away from Sweetie Belle and galloped after her,
admittedly to the door. She wanted to see, what was happening next.
The pegasus stopped and stared into the darkness.
Somepony jumped through the door, the purple unicorn leaved the town hall,
and Wingdaloo tried one step out, to follow her.
“Scootaloo wait, stay here.”
Aunt Sunny caught herself and laid a hoof on her shoulder.
“Where, by all clouds, want you go? You shouldn't even think about it.”
Sunny pushed her forward, as they leaved town hall.
Everypony were simply in blind panic and also Wingdaloo sensed this fear,
but the memento of the courage from the blue pegasus mare with the rainbow mane
calmed her feeling and she could keep her bouncing heart in check.
“I want just chase after the blue pegasus. I think she knows, what she do.”
Aunt Sunny led her fast along the way and into the house.
“That would surprise me. Rainbow Dash doesn't never ever know, what she is doing.”
Wingdaloo mumbled the name a few times to remember him.
Aunt Sunny led her to her room and closed the door.
“We're packing, Scootaloo. Take everything you want. We're flying to...”
She interrupted herself, looked through the window and sighed.
“tonight back to Cloudsdale. Your mum will be very worried about you...”
