A Thousand Fluffs

Spitfire stamped her tiny yellow hoof atop the crisp white surface of The Wonderbolts status report projections of the next decade, number four thousand and fifty- two. All week neigh all month had been this exercise in insanity, charged by her superiors to crunch the numbers in projection costs for the Training Academy among other things.

A report she sorely despised with every fiber in her body, though it had to be done swiftly. She might have not been a fan of mathematical predictions, but the joy of training new pegasi in the coming years filled her soul with pride.

Her dark orange eyes scanned the monotone colors of grey and black engulfing her tiny cramped office with a stern expression, the sound of the clock upon the wall clicking louder than the bells of Neightre Dame.

Click.

Her unblinking gaze shifted to the mountain of paperwork on her desk, awaiting her attention after the weekend has faded into the sands of time for all eternity.

Click.

Her wings spread outward from her backside, unfurling in a impressive wingspan covered in fine elegant golden feathers of an expert flyer.

Click.

Spitfire took a deep breath inward the sound of the working world fading away into the heavens, gone the sounds of hoof on paper, screams of new recruits and the stampede of hooves in search of destinations.

Replaced with the chirping of birds among the skyline, the gentle melody of the winds upon the clouds and the ever sweet scent of nature wafting across the world below.

Ding!

The clock struck five o’clock on the wall with a sharp thunderous toll, a wave of vibrant colors exploding across the office in a shockwave of beauty. Spitfire kicked her desk with her hooves, rolling chair flying backwards at top speed before it tilted backwards.

The golden pegasus being thrown out the open rose colored window behind her, slender body twirling in a blur of golden spins as she plummeted through the soft cool clouds of Cloudsdale and vanishing from sight.

In a explosion of confidence Spitfire lifted out from the cotton paradise of the sky, flapping her wings powerfully as she spun a few clouds in place. Darting off into the horizon with a sly smirk across her tiny muzzle, the warm orange glow of the setting sun on her wings and the melody of the weekend in her heart.

Zooming past a mother pegasus and her filly sitting upon a large cloud, the child had a look of nervous excitement locked upon her face. Pink coat frazzled out in uncertainty as tiny wings began to flutter in place trying to lift herself off the cloud. With her mother keeping a watchful gaze, the filly took her first plunge off into the sky pale turquoise eyes shutting in gleeful terror.

Falling only a few feet below the filly opened her eyes to see Spitfire holding her upon her hoof smiling sweetly, the child lifting both hooves in front of her muzzle bursting into a fit of giggles.

Watching the older mare calmly beating her wings to the rhythm of the world below, the tiny pegasi matched her wing movements motion for motion in deep concentration. Soon lifting off the officer's hoof and fluttering in the air with a loud squeal of delight.

The mother clapped her hooves together proudly upon her cloud with tears rolling down her cheeks, Spitfire nodding in approval before flying off on her way, not before giving the child a hug of congratulations.

The air was crisp and clean, hues of orange, greens and reds filling the landscape below her, much like a hoof crafted painting. Her worries floating off her shoulders with utmost ease, her slender frame swooping down towards an upcoming lake full of ponies enjoying the summer weather.

The mares waving friendly greetings towards her in the sky as the stallions struggled to shift a homemade raft off of shore. Spitfire giggled as she plummeted near the cool blue surface of the water, giving a mighty billow of her golden wings as a cooling wave of mist bathed over the group.

The golden pegasus wasting no time in grabbing the raft rope in her mouth, giving a firm tug as it began to drift out to the middle of the lake. The stallions giving thankful replies the mare flashing only a wink, dashing over to their open cooler of fresh ice and sodas.

Swiping a cherry soda before escaping into the horizon happily, her heart swelling with excitement as thoughts of the weekend flooded her mind. Spotting her cloud off in the distance miles away from anypony in particular, rested cozily below the warming sun and begging to be slept on.

Spitfire flew over to its cotton like embrace, nestling in upon the surface much like a feline upon a silken pillow. Her hoof popping the top off the cherry treat in her grasp, leaning back she took a soft inhale of air deep into her lungs.

The sweet scent of cherries tickling her muzzle, as glowing hues locked upon the setting sun in the distance. She lifted her drink to her lips taking a deep swig from within.

At this moment, it was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted.