Another day of sending rookies through regulatory routines, cleaning the barracks and the bathhouse, morning weight training, cloud sprints, formation flying the usual evey day hum drum that she's became accustomed to. Spitfire was a dedicated wonderbolt and had been since she was promoted to squad leader. The simple life escaped her. Going out with friends was drilling on the obstacle course with Soarin and Flitter, eating out was break time at the mess, and clothes shopping was replacing uniforms that were torn during a show or in training. She never really needed to act lady-like either. She never wore makeup, she preferred her hair the way it was, and she didn't express any general interest in stallions. Well that was all going to change. Right. Now.