Blitz

1

"Blitz, honey, we're home!" Winter gently shut the cloud-door with her left hind leg while her husband took a few extra steps in before being tackled by a violet blur.

"Hi mom and dad!" Blitz beamed at both of his parents with eyes matching his amethyst coat, picking himself up off of the floor as his father did the same. "I got all my chores done already! I was about to take a nap when you got home." He yawned with a hint of exaggeration. His father gave their cloud home a once-over, then smiled down through his trimmed mustache.

"Well, son, it looks like you did an amazing job today," Blaze commented, proud of his son for the hard work. "I know we were too busy to get you a present for your birthday yesterday, but I hope this more than makes up for it."

"Aw, dad," Blitz twisted his hoof on the floor in embarrassment, his cheeks turning pink, "I don't need any gift. I've got everything I could want already!"

"Oh?" Blaze winked at his wife; her response was a grin. "I guess we'll just take this Wonderbolts Air Show ticket back then."

"Th-The Wonderbolts!?" Any embarrassment was immediately replaced with excitement. "You mean I get to see THE Wonderbolts live!? Tomorrow!?"

"Yes sir you do!" Blaze brought the ticket out of his saddlebag, letting it fall into his son's out-stretched hooves. "As a bonus, you get an entire day away from us. I already know for certain you know your way around Cloudsdale." He looked over at Winter, giving her a smirk and letting the added implication go straight over their son's head. And we get some time to ourselves. I'll give her my version of a Winter Wrap-Up. They both watched as Blitz hopped around the house, his birthday present gripped proudly in his mouth.

2

Blitz was tucked into his bed by his mother, but was still too excited to even think of sleeping. All around his room were various posters and pictures of the Wonderbolts. Above his bed on the ceiling hung individual posters of each pony, with Spitfire in the center.

"I can't wait! It's going to be so cool! What do you think they're like, mom!? I wanna see Spitfire! She's my favorite." He squeezed his Spitfire toy closer. Winter chuckled, kissing Blitz on the forehead.

"You'll just have to wait for tomorrow. But if you go to sleep now, tomorrow will be here before you know it."

"Aw, okay. I'll try. Goodnight mom, I love you. And dad too."

"I love you too, sweetie." She couldn't resist giving him another kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room. She placed an ear on the door, mentally counting down precisely when he'd fall asleep. Sure enough, when her mind reached zero, she could hear snoring on the other side of the door.