Soaring Misty Skies

Waking up from the dream with a gasp, Misty Skies sat straight up in bed, breath frosting slightly in the cool, winter air. Glancing out the window of her cloud home, she ran a hand through her icy hair, biting her lip until she was sure it was bleeding. Shaking her head, she pushed off the soft covers, certain she wouldn't get any more sleep that night. Simply sitting there for a moment, Misty sighed, putting her face in her hands as she tried to ignore the dream and memories assaulting her. Giving a groan of annoyance, she stood and walked out of her spacious room, covered in faded Wonderbolt posters, random pieces of clothing, and sometimes, a piece of pizza or a soda can. Sighing again, she walked quietly down the hall through a puddle of moonlight spilling in through a window from Luna's moon, and into the kitchen, where she barely glanced at Spitfire, who snored on the couch, hugging a pillow and a piece of popcorn on her head, the rest strewn about the floor messily. Giving a soft giggle, Misty tossed a blanket over the speedster, and walked to her fridge, searching through the meager contents absently. Closing it again, she plopped onto an armchair and crossed her arms over her chest, gazing at nothing in particular. With a frown, she tried to remember the last time she'd had that dream, which made her shake her head slightly, not caring enough anyway. Startling her out of her reverie, a soft voice whispered absently, "You shouldn't even try to guess, in my opinion. I think it was the pie from last night, again, in my opinion." Looking over at Spitfire, Misty grinned. "You have popcorn in your hair, you know."

Raising an eyebrow, Spitfire spoke again, obviously hiding a frown, "Don't try to change the subject. I know you dreamed about that race again,-" at this point opening one eye and glancing over at the embarrassed woman on the armchair, Spitfire smirked slightly, continuing.-"because, every time you do, you get up, go to the fridge, when you know damn well you aren't hungry, and then come and sit on that chair trying to figure out where it went wrong." Sitting up at this point, the redheaded woman looked over at her with sad eyes, and finally sighed, holding open her arms, which Misty readily ran into, choking on a dry sob. Patting her back softly, Spitfire closed her eyes, speaking softly. "Misty...I know, that you won't want to hear it, and won't believe me, but...I think, and Cloudchaser and Flitter too, we all think you should move on...maybe it won't get to you as badly then." Grimacing at the stiffening of her friends body, Spitfire inwardly sighed, and waited for the explosion that had happened whenever she brought up the subject to Misty. Surprising her, Misty said softly, almost brokenly, and the sounds tore at Spitfire's heart as she listened. "I-I...think you're right. I should have...let it go a...long time ago Spark..." Using the childhood nickname, Misty felt better, and sat back to look the surprised looker in those orange eyes of hers. "I mean really, at least...at least it could've been worse. I guess." Spitfire doubted this a little, but slightly agreed, because for the first time in almost three years, she was starting to see life in those gorgeous aquamarine eyes she adored so much. Wanting to give a whoop, Spitfire merely grinned and squeezed Mist's hand, saying softly, a bit hopefully, "How about we go see the Wonderbolts show this weekend?"

Misty grinned, and did a loose loop around Spitfire as they flew towards the Cloudsdale Coliseum, holding her ticket to the show in her pocket of her soft yellow practice shorts, wings beating hard as they easily flew past other people, whooping and laughing as they spiraled and flipped through them with barely a thought. "Hey Spark, got any idea how slow you are today?" Returning Spitfire's good-natured sticking out of the tongue with a teasing grin, Misty raised an eyebrow. Spitfire rolled her eyes, and pulled up next to her easily, grinning back as she said, "Slow, is not in my dictionary. Hey! I heard that the Wonderbolts got new members, and are even now holding auditions!" Blinking in surprise, narrowly swerving a crowd of straggling elderly winged, Misty glanced at Spitfire, who returned her gaze with an an almost fangirl squeal. No, Misty corrected herself with a giggle, not almost. Spitfire's grin grew, as she looked at Misty again with an expectant gaze, which the Icy-headed woman rolled her eyes, knowing what she wanted. "I dunno Spark, I mean, there'll probably be tons of people there, and we'll stand in place for hours, in Celestia's sun! I doubt that we'll even-" cutting off at the flat look from her friend, Misty widened her eyes as Spitfire merely motioned behind them to the many people gaping at them and said quietly, "We've been racing since we were tikes, and do maneuvers without a thought that so many people are even now trying to compete with." Misty held her tongue for a moment, wanting to argue at the maneuver thing, but she knew all of it was true. Simply flying in silence for at least ten minutes, Spitfire herself flying in loopy circles, bored and trying to hide her anxiety at her friend's answer, who's opinion she held to her heart. When she heard the words, she dropped straight out of her loops and fell right onto their owner. "We are so getting into there. OOF!"

Spitfire was hopping in place as they held their spots in line, her golden wings beating slightly as she grinned. "Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou! I also heard they're next week, so we should get here around 7:00, especially if they start at 8:30, because, who doesn't wanna have time to see them and get some good points in before they see our awesomeness? I mean, really..." Misty mostly tuned her out, smiling to herself and taking a look around her with her gaze betraying nothing of how she felt. Which was, if anyone was wondering, freaking nervous. This was where it all happened, anyway, and she- cutting her thoughts off there with a small scowl, Misty looked back at Spitfire, finally noticing they were at the front of the line. She must have moved up without noticing it, she decided as she handed her ticket to the dude who gave her a stiff nod, immediately dismissing her, which she ignored, mostly caught up in her thoughts as she took Spitfire's hand and was lead past the sights and sounds, straight into the coliseum.

Misty's wings fluttered in excitement as she gazed around the magnificent structure, glancing at Spitfire with a bright grin, who returned it readily. "Every time I see it...it's like new." Spitfire said wistfully, her eyes practically glowing as she looked around the beloved place that housed so many races and activities. They both quickly joined in with the rest of the crowd to flying to their seats in the stands, both of them jittery as little kids at their first show. Misty nodded absently when Spitfire mentioned getting some snacks, and sat back in her seat, content to daydream for awhile. Closing her eyes a bit with a soft sigh, she nearly screamed aloud when she heard a whistle blow, her eyes flying wide. Sitting back up with a soft gasp of protest, she barely registered the Wonderbolts crowding near the starting line and nearly bypassing one of the taller of the group, who's dark blue windblown hair made her suck in an almost painful breath. Although he wasn't facing her, she was almost positive that if he turned around, here would be a set of deep green eyes to go with that hair.

Spitfire came back, thinking about if there was possibly a bacon-flavored popcorn flavoring out there, and if so, she was going to worship Celestia herself and cry over life's beauty. With a soft snort, she shook her head. Opening her wings and flying up towards her seat, she cringed at the loud screech of the whistle, and looked towards the field, her smoky orange eyes landing on a familiar head of blue hair, which she cursed under her breath at, making the old woman she was passing give her a dirty look. "Well look who's not deaf. Guess you're the new 1% hun." Shaking her head, she scanned the crowd and flinched visibly as she finally saw Misty, inevitably, staring straight at the possible Soarin. With an inward sigh, she sped through the crowd and sat down silently next to her, almost jumping straight out of her seat when she felt her friends hand touch hers. Gaze jerking towards her, she was met with surprised blue eyes, who's owner said quietly, almost amused, but not quite. "I was just reaching for the popcorn. Chill out Spark, I told you I'm over it." With an audible sigh of relief, Spitfire grinned, and shrugged absently, basically throwing off "What didyah expect?" vibes all over the place. Chuckling, Misty tore her gaze away and looked back at the track, trying to ignore the man she knew was in the middle, and almost managing it.

Almost.