My friend, not yours

Lightning Dust scuffed the ground with her blue hoof. Fleetfoot should be here. She search the grey-tinged clouds for a blue streak mixed with white. Thinking back on the day she had met Fleetfoot, Lightning Dust smiled. Fleetfoot was a great friend. Meeting Fleetfoot had been pure luck. She was the only pony who didn't think she was horrible, even thought she knew Dust's past. Ahh, those were the days.