Summer of Endless Rainfall

Two or three weeks passed without a word between Harmonic and Scootaloo. They couldn't really tell how long it had been. Atmospheric stopped by a few times. When she heard what had happened, she was just as devastated as they were. The light at the end of the tunnel seemed like nothing but a pipe dream; that is, until the day Scootaloo spoke.

"Harmonic..."

"!?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"What makes you happy?"

"Huh?"

"What makes you happy?"

"Being around Atmospheric, I guess. Why?"

"I don't want to lose my friends because of what happened to me. I want to talk to them. They make me happy."

"That's what i was hoping to hear. You're ready to fight for your purpose. Go. See them. Tell them what's on your mind."

"Will you come with me?"

"I can't. This is up to you."

"...Alright."

"Let me know what happens. We'll figure things out from there."

Scootaloo nodded and opened the door.

"Hey, you want to play the instruments upstairs when you get back?"

Scootaloo smiled at Harmonic as the cold wind blew through her mane.

"Yeah. I'd like that."