Author's Note

whiteoak019, don't bring that Rainbow Dash near her, you're scaring her!

Daring Doo was afraid of rainbows?

Daring Do swung onto the final platform, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.

Nearly there.

Except for... that... that thing.

Daring Do squinted, the form of Rainbow Dash eagerly holding a pen and notepad waiting for a signature morphing into a creature beyond equine description. Prismatic locks wavered in interlocked bunches, lifted by some unseen force. A body of pale blue--amorphous, yet just familiar enough to appear ponylike.

"Nope," Daring Do hopped backward from the platform. "Nope, nope, nope. Not dealing with an elder god today, nope."

"What," Rainbow Dash blinked.

Come to think of it, she was probably long overdue for a shower given how oily her mane had become.