When Life Gives You Rainbows

Hour after hour, try after try. You can tell you're getting better, but you still can't quite get it right. Your wing muscles feel more sore than any human muscle has ever been in your life. You've never physically worked so hard before. You can reach about half the height of the average tree, but after a few seconds you fall to the ground in disappointment. You can hardly take this anymore, but you also cannot help but continue. Dashie, the most beautiful thing in existence, is waiting for you up in the sky, and that's an extremely powerful motivation.

More hours pass by of doing simply nothing but flapping your brand new wings in attempt to get good at flying. It seems as if the pain from the effort of all this practice is comparable to that of giving birth, even though it probably isn't. You're able to get pretty high in the air, as well as descend slowly, even though your wing muscles are as sore and tired as ever. You go for new records in height and flight time for each try, and it eventually gets better and better.

Right before you go for another small practice flight, you see a purple, spherical object in your peripheral vision. You glance over to see what it is, and you can see that it's Twilight's balloon. You are immediately very confused about this. Do they actually care about you meeting Rainbow that much? Perhaps Twilight, being the Princess of Friendship and all, may be trying to build a new friendship?

Despite being completely unaware of what's going through the heads of these two ponies who care so much about the complete stranger that you are, you stop what you're doing to take a rest. Despite your heavy breathing, you manage to say hello to Twilight, as well as Fluttershy who is headed inside her cottage.

"Um, are you OK?" Twilight asks, with a little bit of worry in her voice. You did tell her hello, but you feel too exhausted to want to attempt to say anything. After a few seconds of Twilight waiting for a response, she invites you into the hot air balloon with a bit of enthusiasm. With all the effort you could possibly use, you slowly get up into the balloon and then pass out from the exhaustion.