It’s amazing to think that we’re sending our daughter to Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns.  Especially with how, well, powerless she seemed during her youth.  Though, of course, we probably should have seen this coming; she has been showing signs.  Well… I say signs, but I mean…

Oh, I don’t know how to explain it- or even what half of them are.  Perhaps you can read this story and explain it to me, her pegasus mother, so I know for next time.  You know, for the inevitability that there will be a next time. I am expecting, after all.

An experiment. This story is the first of its kind, that I've seen. It's told in first-person point of view, but never from the main character's point of view.

This story also represents a significant increase in plot depth over my other stories. Far less action, but more story. More life. In theory.

More ponies. With more persistence, less irrelevance.

If you have a name, a color pattern, or a character idea you'd like to see, mention it. I will probably use it- and when I do, I will credit you.

And as always, tags will be updated as the story progresses.

Cancelled for lack of plot.