One Pony Amongst Many People

Rainbow gasped. "She's what?!"

Sansa walked up next to Jon and nodded. "It's true. I had never wanted one, though."

"Who did this?"

"Ramsay did it."

Rainbow furrowed her brows. She knew that there was something off with Ramsay Bolton. Still, though, she wanted to know how she could help. "What do I do?"

Jon sighed. "If I don't bring her back, there will be battle. You fight with us. We will all gather men."

Sansa spoke up. "How do you propose we do that?"

There was a long pause. "I'll see what I can do to get the Wildlings on our side."

"Jon, have you gone mad?"

"Trust me, Sansa."

The bright blue eyes of hers lit up as she got an idea. "I'll see if the Knights of the Veil can help."

"Sansa, you need to stay behind."

The girl looked insulted. She had always wanted to help fight with her half brother, but he had always denied it. As if she were incapable of making a contribution.

Dash looked at the stables,which were nearly full of horses. One stall, however, was occupied by a large white dog. "What's that thing?"

Jon Snow glanced at the stall she was looking at for a brief moment. "That is my direwolf. His name is Ghost."

"Neat name. What does he do?"

"He is the reason that some of our brothers are still alive."

The white dog lunged forwards and tackled Rainbow, baring his fangs. Jon ran to stop him, but stopped and laughed when he saw Ghost licking Rainbow's face. Sansa's and Rainbow's laughter could be heard as well.

Ghost barked happily and got off of her and walked toward Jon. He stopped by his owner's side and nuzzled his way under his arm. Jon strolled to the stables and opened one, revealing a large, brown stallion, but it didn't look like any pony that Rainbow had ever seen. She brushed it off and flew into the castle. Once she did, the Red Woman appeared, anger flooding her face. Rainbow wanted to know what was going on. "Hey, lady. What's up?"

"You."

"What do you mean?"

"You love Jon, do you?"

Rainbow blushed. "Y-yea..."

"How shall Jon Snow have nobody to love? I wonder!"

Dash partly knew what she was about to do, but decided against it. Why would an old woman try to win the love of someone much younger? The woman made her way in front of the cyan pegasus, a long dagger in hand. She raised the knife up, getting ready to strike.

A white flash, then the red woman was tackled. Screams filled the air as Ghost scared the living daylights out of the lady. The cries ceased as the woman finally guessed what was going on. The dagger had already fell onto the hardwood, Rainbow picking it up with her mouth. Once Ghost finally got off of her, Dash walked up to her, then placed the dagger into her right wing's embrace. She shifted it forward. Barely touching the woman's chest with the knife, she spoke. "What is your name?"

The woman was not expecting this question. "M-Melisandre."

"The next time you try to get rid of me, you will lose both your arms, Melisandre," She said, putting the dagger on the desk beside them and trotting away.

As she came out, she gave her wings a look. Did she do the right thing? Did Melisandre deserve to be threatened like that?

She had brushed the questions off of her mind as she walked away. Her cloak rippled and waved like the ocean in the cold, harsh wind as a shiver ran down her back. Dash walked toward the gates, where everybody else sat on horseback. Since she was a pony, she didn't need such things. She stood alone, between Jon and a wildling man that had come to Castle Black, named Tormund Giantsbane.

Jon glanced at Rainbow from the corner of his eye and smiled slightly. She grinned back. She unfurled her wings, ready for takeoff as the gates opened. As the other horses started galloping out of Castle Black, Rainbow took off and flew ahead of the others.

Her mane and tail left a trail of various colors, all in the order of the complete spectrum. Her cloak tugged at her shoulders, but kept in place. The men stared at her in shock. It was a face that Jon remembered all too well. They made these faces when Jon Snow came out of Castle Black after his death, but was alive. Since then, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was still hated by some of his brothers. Rainbow Dash was the exception, though. She made him feel loved and like he was a somebody.

When he saw her rose-colored eyes of hers glisten when she saw him, there was something about her that made his heart flutter. Maybe it was her color. She had the most color and energy out of anybody that he had ever met. Maybe it was her speed. She had pulled off a Sonic Rainboom, and that was when he had started liking her. Maybe it was that he knew that she liked him back. Maybe it was because, simply, Rainbow reminds him of Ygritte.

He doesn't know. He did know one thing; her face was the only thing he liked to see at this point. It was almost as if Rainbow Dash and Jon Snow were meant to be together, maybe not. Nobody knows. Maybe it was a typical romance that he had see when he read realistic fiction novels. She was the beauty, and he was the beast, that they never knew that they were in love until the end of the adventure. Except this time, they both already knew.