One Pony Amongst Many People

Rainbow lifted her head and straightened her limbs into standing position again. Once she did, she turned around to face the men, whose eyes were fixed on her. Something moved under her cloak and every man, and woman, turned their heads from her face to her cloak. It was pulled onto her back as she spread her steel wings wide. Everybody's eyes, except the red woman's and her own, opened wide.

Dash strolled between the lines and made her way into the castle once more. Everyone looked at her wings, mouths agape. Rainbow felt good about herself. Her wings amazed everyone around her. She looked into a big mirror, checking herself out as she grinned with pride. She felt more mature, especially because she knew that she was the only female in the Watch.

The door behind her opened as Jon stepped inside. He looked at her and smiled warmly. "You did good."

Rainbow shrugged. "Eh, it's how Rainbow rolls."

Out of the corner of her eye, Dash could see him wink at her.

She blinked sharply and blushed slightly. Jon chuckled. "What's wrong? Has anybody ever winked at you?"

"No."

"Sansa told you, didn't she?"

Rainbow stiffened. "Told me what?"

"How I felt. She told me how you thought of me as well."

Rainbow furrowed her brows. "She promised she wouldn't tell you!" She was humiliated, her ears on the verge of bursting into flames, she was blushing so hard.

Her heart hammering in her chest, Rainbow flew out of the room as she grumbled, "I'm gonna show her what she's dealing with... When I'm finished with her, she'll be begging for mercy."

The blue fur on her face glowing red with anger and embarrassment, she stormed out of the castle. Stomping over to the ginger girl, she gritted her teeth, so hard that she felt as if they would break under pressure.

Sansa looked over to her and smiled. "Hello, first sister of the Night's Watch. How does the new cloak fit? I see that you got another pair of wings!"

"Sansa, can we talk somewhere without as many people around to hear?"

"Of course."

Dash led Sansa to the back of the castle. Once she was sure that nobody could hear, she lashed out at the Stark girl. "Why did you tell him?!"

"I was sure that he would like the fact that you like him. After all, he likes you back."

"I don't care!" She yelled, a tear of anger falling down her face.

"Now look. You've got yourself worked up into a tizzy over nearly nothing."

Rainbow breathed heavily, a translucent cloud of white dispersed from her snout.

Sansa turned her back and walked away. For Rainbow, this was one of the most embarrassing things she's ever experienced. She actually didn't think she could show her face in front of him after what he had said. After how Sansa broke her promise.

Soon, she had cooled down and decided to sit at the fire until she had further instruction. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.

*   *   *

"Rainbow Dash?"

Rainbow lifted her head off of the log and sat up. She glanced upwards and could make out Jon's face, staring down at her with his mesmerizing brown eyes. He beckoned for her to follow and strolled to what looked like a practice area. Archers took their places and shot targets with arrows. Men in pairs practiced fighting with swords with one another. The weapons were wooden.

Jon walked over to a barrel and tossed one wooden sword to Dash. Her wings were outstretched to catch it, but, with the sharp edges of the makeshift feathers, it was sliced in half without much effort. She folded her wings back to her sides. Her wings were her swords.

She spread her wings again and swiped it upwards, knocking the spare sword out of Jon's hand. Then, she thrust it forward, almost hitting his stomach. "Dead," she uttered.

Sansa ran toward the pair. "Jon," she muttered, obviously afraid of what had happened to her, which Rainbow didn't know.

"What's wrong?"

"A raven flew in from Winterfell. He wants me back."

Sansa handed Jon a letter with the Bolton's seal on it. He opened the note and read it, the horror on his face growing more intense. He looked up from the message. "Are you sure it's Ramsay Bolton?"

"Who else would send ravens with the Bolton sichel? He's the only Bolton left. I've been meaning to tell you this for a while. The truth is," said Sansa with a pause, "I'm his wife. I... I..."

"You what?"

"Jon, I need for us to talk where Rainbow Dash can't hear."

"Of course."

Jon and Sansa walked away and a million questions were left unanswered. Who is Ramsay Bolton? What did Sansa not want to say to Rainbow?

*   *   *

Sansa led Jon into an empty room. She stopped in the center, then sighed, the anxiety clear in her voice.

"What is it you wanted to tell me in secret?"

Sansa hesitated, breathing heavily as she broke into a sweat. After an awkward silence, Sansa clutched her stomach. "Try and guess."

*   *   *

Dash sat near the fire, rubbing her hooves together and sticking them out. White, translucent clouds dispersed from her mouth as she exhaled. A door beside her creaked open and slammed against the building as Jon and Sansa ran out of the building, but Sansa barely running at all.

Rainbow ran after them. "What happened? Is something wrong?"

Jon turned around and gazed at her with a frightened look. "Yes."

"What is it?"

"Sansa is pregnant."