Saffron Ree

I'd only started flying yesterday—this was insane.

"We don't normally accept anypony mid-season, but this here's something special. Everypony, I'd like to introduce Saf." Slowpoke, or Sergeant Surprise as was her normal name and title, was in charge of the (apparently new) Wonderbolts Young Fliers. "Saf, why don't you tell everypony your history, and how you came to be signed up?"

A little trickle of magic to my hooves reaffirmed my ability to stand on the cloud-like floor. "About a month ago I arrived in Equestria, and—"

"Where were you before then?" A filly at the front asked. Like all the other Young Fliers, she was bigger than me. Taller, wider, bigger wings, and older. Some of the ponies here were double my age.

"Boring place called Earth." Three of the ponies gasped at my mention of Earth. "So we came here and I had to learn how to walk all over again. Then two weeks ago, Commander Spitfire said she'd train me to fly."

"You've only been flying for two weeks?!"

"Class!" Slowpoke's voice easily bested the noise that'd started up after my story. "Saf, tell them how long you've really been flying."

She was totally going to dump me in the middle of this, but I said I'd do what she told me to while I was here. "I first flew yesterday."

I was as ready for Slowpoke's shout as anyone. "Silence! In your seats this second!" She waited for everyone to sit down. "Saf's parents asked if we'd consider him for training, but you know what? I'd have told Princess Celestia herself I'm not training a fool who can't fly, but—" Slowpoke walked over and stood in front of my desk, "—I've never seen a pony so young using their flight magic that well."

Slowpoke turned and looked around at the class. "He not only flew for the first time yesterday, but after exhausting himself, he used his magic well enough to be able to fly up here. And look at him today—he should be crushed by the work he did." She paused a moment and looked back at me with a half-smile. "Basically, I saw somepony with promise, and now I want to see what I can make of them."

Turning around, Slowpoke marched back to the front of the class. "Okay, everypony open your books to page seventy-three. We're all going to learn what Saf did with his magic."

By the end of the day I was more exhausted mentally than physically. Lunch had been brief and to the point with a sandwich each, then Slowpoke had us fly laps of the main airfield—after explicitly telling me not to use my magic—before we'd showered and gone back to the classroom again.

While picking up the magic stuff was a little hard, it was amazing to learn not just what I'd done, but how to do it better. I didn't even realize I was still sitting in the classroom at the end—reading a fucking textbook—until a wing poked my shoulder. Jerking my head up from the book, I spotted Sudden Turn drawing her wing back from me.

"You know, this is the one thing it's actually cool to be nerdy about, right?" Sudden Turn asked. "Well, this and Daring Do books, if you believe Rainbow Dash."

I blinked up at her and closed the book with a flick of my wing. "Is that class over for the day? Do I get to fly again now?"

"You still want to fly after all of today? Okay, but no magic. Come on." Sudden stepped to the side. Like yesterday she was wearing her flight suit, but she dropped something on my desk. "Put this on first. You're in the school, you should look the part."

"This isn't normal, is it?" I grabbed up the uniform and started pulling it on.

"What? A twenty-something foal getting into the Wonderbolt Young Fliers program, or you showing real talent at flying? First hasn't happened before, second happens every now and again. Commander has made part of her job finding ponies with real talent." Reaching a wing out, Sudden held my suit while I squirmed into it. The thing was tight, and hugged me like a second skin. "Okay, now just poke that little tab at your neck and it'll do itself up."

Looking down, I had to tilt my head to the side so I could see the part she was talking about. Bending my foreleg, I tapped at it with my hoof. "Gah!" The suit tightened, and the open seam down my belly melded together like a magic zipper. "That's kinda neat. How much of all this is because my mom's the ambassador?"

"Get your goggles on too."

I looked down at the pair of eyewear and slipped them over my head. With a little adjustment (using my wings) I had them comfortably in place. "Well?"

"Honestly speaking? Just the start of it. Commander Spitfire took me to see Princess Celestia, and she asked us to give you some flying practice and teach you enough so that you don't break your neck. Your mom had a meeting with us to ask pretty much the same thing. That deal ended yesterday." Sudden turned for the door and started walking, leaving me to play catch-up. "Everything that actually got you to today was all you."

"You said you were in the reserves. Why's Commander Spitfire—" the title and name just rolled together for me, it was probably for the best, "—hauling you around everywhere on what doesn't seem very reserves-like stuff?"

"Asking a lot of questions there, Saf. If you must know, the only other foal that got as much of a push through Wonderbolts' training—" Sudden Turn spread her wings and gave her first flap, shooting into the air, "—was me!"

I laughed and spread my own wings. No magic, I'd promised, so although I rose quickly into the air, it wasn't as easy as it could have been.

Being in the air made me hyper-aware of everything around me. It was like cheating in a game using a radar hack. I was constantly feeling the air, trying to feel for those thermals before I got too close to one.

"Come on, Saf! New class today." Sudden was gliding in a lazy circle above me that I had to pump my wings hard to reach. "That's it. How's the wings today?"

"It's harder flying up this high," I said.

"You've missed half a year of school, Saf. If you hadn't, you'd know that is because the higher we go, the thinner the air gets. Flying up here makes your body work harder to just keep you in the air."

"What happens if you use your magic and keep going?"

"You pass out and fall. Don't do that." Lifting her foreleg, Sudden gestured way down to the spires of Canterlot below. "We're going to dive. Can you see that little bit sticking out behind the palace?"

It took all my focus to pinpoint what she was talking about. "Yeah."

"I want you to dive to there, but aim about ten mareters away from it. Arc up when you pass it and dump all your speed. Got it?" Not waiting for an answer, Sudden tipped her snout down and tucked her wings in tight—all but the last few primary feathers. I studied them as she plummeted, and watched as she used them to change her angle.

"Well, looks like I'm crazy." Mimicking what I'd see Sudden do, I tipped forward and started flying down at first—slowly pulling my wings in closer and closer. It wasn't hard to realize what the goggles were for, now that I was diving so fast that the wind was screaming past my body.

At the bottom of her dive, Sudden Turn stretched more and more of her wings out. It wasn't a fast process, though. She came just level with the outcropping and then shot back up and into a loop.

My attention narrowed down to me, my wings, and that mark just ten yards from the outcrop. As I got closer I began to slowly extend my wings and then—at the moment I reached the target—I tried to angle my wings up for lift, but it didn't work. Panicking, I shoved magic into my wings and finally got the shove upward I wanted.

Movement below me was Sudden Turn—her speed and direction matched with mine as she zoomed along inches from my belly. "You got it?!"

"Had to use magic!"

"Figured you would! Dump that speed and meet me at the Guard Fields!"

With magic coursing through my wings, I easily pulled a set of quick loops that ate up my speed until I was practically gliding again. Relaxing off my magic, I felt out my wings. They felt great!

Spotting her again on the ground in the Guard Fields, I flapped my wings to get a bit more speed and landed beside her. "That was amazing! But I couldn't get out of that dive."

"That was the lesson, Saf. I'd have been amazed if you had gotten out of that without using magic. Your instincts were good. That's exactly the right time to use magic." Sudden buffeted me on the back with her wing. "You can go home from here if you want."

I had to pick my jaw up off the floor. "Wait, the lesson was to know when to cheat?"

"Yup."

"But you—I thought—How's that playing fair?"

She lifted a hoof and tapped the side of her head. "Saf, when your life's at stake, there is no playing fair. Nothing is worth losing your head over. How's the uniform feel?"

"Pulls a little around my legs. Feels like they're trying to pull up to my belly. Rest is just really tight." I shifted around a bit to verify my thoughts.

Sudden Turn nodded. "That's how it's supposed to feel. If you have to fly for twelve hours, that tightness around your legs will be your second best friend."

"Hey! Scootaloo!" a male voice called, "Got a new recruit? Taking them a bit young, aren't you?"

It took my mind a moment to dig up the name and remember that Sudden Turn said she'd changed hers from Scootaloo. The stallion, when I turned to face him, wore an ornate set of armor over his nondescript orange pegasus body. He was maybe a little more bulky than most pegasi, and his bright red tail really stood out.

"Hey, Flash Magnus, still training up the ground-pounders? Why don't you get on our level?" Sudden asked before both of them broke into laughter and clopped their forehooves together firmly. "Saf, meet Flash Magnus. Flash, this is Saf. He's the newest Wonderbolt Young Flier, and he—" she pointed her wing at Flash, "—is a thirty-thousand-year-old has-been that knows more about kicking butt than anypony else I've ever met."

The age stunned me a little. If this was back home, I'd know it was some kind of joke. Here, in Equestria, I had to wonder if she wasn't telling the truth. "Uh, hi."

Flash seemed way too upbeat to be normal, and for a pony that was saying something. He had a big smile, and was looking over Sudden Turn like he was checking her out. Then it hit me that he was checking her out. He turned back to me. "Hey there, little guy. Where you from?"

"Earth." I rolled my shoulders and shifted a little in place, still trying to get used to the suit tugging at my legs. "What about you? Really thirty-thousand?"

"Yeah, but I was frozen in time for most of it. Kinda boring if you ask me. Where you two off to now?" Flash's question was directed at Sudden.

"No clue. Saf said he wanted to take me for a fly and then a walk." Sudden stepped closer to me. "What about you, Flash? Got yourself a new mare to chase?" Mixed signals or what? The way Sudden spoke sounded like she was trying to let him know we were dating.

"Oh, uh. Y-Yeah. Kinda. It's complicated. Well, you two, uh, have fun." Flash's reply was so deflated and defeated I could barely process what had just happened.

I waited for Flash to start walking the other way before asking, "What was that all about?"

"Flash Magnus thinks he's Equestria's gift to mares. He dates a mare just long enough to ride her, then skips out and finds his next girl. I think it has less to do with what he doesn't like in a mare than what he doesn't understand about himself." Fluffing her wings, Sudden Turn started walking for the exit of the Guard Fields. "He's been trying to hint to me for a long time that he's interested. I may have just freaked him out a little, but he deserved it."

Wheels clicked in my head as I put it together. "So he thinks you're dating me?"

"Maybe? Who cares?! Like I said, I respect that you're an adult and kinda stuck like that, Saf, but it would be too weird for us to actually date."

I gave a sharp snort.

"What?" Sudden asked.

"You're too old for me anyway." I gave her a wink as I said it. Her face flashed first to humor, then indignation. I kinda knew what was coming, and started pounding the ground with my hooves as I broke into a gallop.

"Saf?" Sudden asked, her mouth practically beside my ear. "If you want to get away from a pegasus, you need to fly. If you want to get away from a Wonderbolt, you need to teleport." She was, of course, flying.

Instead of stopping or continuing my run, I instead spread my wings and jumped up to soar along at Sudden's height. "This is what I get for having a primitive monkey brain. Working on it, though."

"Well, where are we going? Lead on!" Slipping back a little, Sudden Turn shifted her position so that her nose was level with the leading edge of my wing. It reminded me of fighter jets flying in formation.

Since I'd been with Dad when he'd found the place, I remembered how to get their reasonably well, though with a little altitude it was going to be much faster than walking with him to reach it. Houses, yards, and streets flicked by under us. When we neared the house, and I gestured to it with an outstretched hoof, Sudden pumped her wings to come level with me again. "That's it!"

"Figured. Where do you want to land?"

I pointed to the front of the house as we circled around. "That will do. Was that formation flying?"

"Sure was. Tight formation, at that." Sudden broke off as she pulled herself up with her wings—and a bit neater than I did. "This place is pretty big."

"It's about the size of our place back on Earth. Come inside." I trotted up to the front door and opened it with a wing. "Mom! Dad! I'm home!"

It looked like they were mostly done unpacking stuff. There was two big sofas in the living room, a bookcase that took up nearly a whole wall, and a big rug on the floor. Four boxes of books sat by the shelves.

"There you are! How was sch—" Mom froze when she actually left the hallway and saw me. "What on earth are you wearing?"

Sudden Turn stepped forward and offered her hoof to Mom. "That, ma'am, is a Wonderbolts Junior Fliers flight suit. Not saying it's as cool as a full Wonderbolts uniform, but it comes pretty close, right Saf?" When she turned so that one of her eyes looked at me, she winked—at least I think it was a wink.

I literally couldn't avoid such a perfect setup. "It feels like I'm wearing nothing at all. Nothing at all. Nothing at all!"

Mom laughed, but Sudden just looked confused.

"It's a TV thing," I said as if that explained thirty-something seasons of the Simpsons and everything else ever on TV. "What do you think, Mom?"

"It looks a little silly, but who am I to judge?" Mom cleared her throat a little. "Saffron, could you introduce your friend?"

"We've met before, Ambassador Ree, but I was wearing a dress uniform at the time. Sudden Turn, ma'am!" Snapping her hoof on the floor, Sudden straightened up and saluted with a wing.

"Oh! That's right. The mare who was with Commander Spitfire. Well, it's lovely to meet you, I don't suppose you'd like dinner? We'll be eating early." Despite what she said, Mom showed no reaction at all that she actually had recognized Sudden for the second time. Then it hit me what was going on—this is Mom with her work face on.

"I was just giving Saf his last class for the day and figured I'd fly with him until he gets home—orders and all, you understand." Sudden backed up and started to turn. "I guess I'll see you at H.Q. tomorrow, Saf?"

"Hold up." I gave mom an annoyed glare and chased after Sudden. She'd gotten just out the front door before I reached her. "Mom's just trying to be careful."

Sudden blew out a sigh. "Yeah, I know. Just not keen on being told our uniforms look silly and get a look as if I'm not worth the dirt on her hooves, ya know?"

I stared at her for a moment. "It's not that at all."

"Well?"

"Mom's a politician, Sudden. She has to put on a neutral face when dealing with people who might be politically involved with those she has to deal with."

"She, uh, needs to work on 'neutral' then. That wasn't exactly neutral. Neutral, for a pony, is a smile. I'll see you tomorrow, Saf." Spreading her wings, Sudden poured magic into them and shot into the sky faster than a bullet.

Well fuck. I turned and walked inside, closing the door behind me.

Mom was standing inside, a small—apologetic—smile on her face. "Sorry, dear, but I have to be careful ar—"

"Mom, sometimes you can be too up yourself. I'll be in my room." It wasn't that I hated Mom, it was that I still loved her despite her making me look like an ass.

Riley Ree

I kinda expected classes would be hard, but I didn't expect this. In school back home, if I didn't understand something, I kept quiet and just guessed it on tests. I still got Bs. By the end of the first week of Moon Dancer teaching me, I felt like a wrung out sponge.

At the end of each day, Moon Dancer would ask me to explain back to her the main bits of what she'd taught me, and if I didn't know it, she made a note and we'd basically repeat the class again. After the first three times, I made sure to tell her in class when I didn't get something.

My easy B days were gone. When Moon Dancer taught me something, I had to pay attention and really learn it, and it wasn't the easy fractions and stuff I'd been doing back home—Moon Dancer knew I knew about them. She was teaching me way more algebra than we'd started to even look at, and all kinds of graph stuff. It was hard. But I was getting it.

And it didn't stop at just math. All my physics and stuff were harder, too. Moon Dancer had said we'd focus on catching up to grade 9 for the first two weeks, then start on Equestrian subjects too. So, one week down, one to go, then I get the fun stuff!

It was Friday afternoon, and Moon Dancer had just finished grilling me on what she'd gone over for the day. This was my second day of not missing anything.

"You're definitely catching up well, Riley. I can't believe they had you in 7th grade." Moon Dancer was putting her books back on the shelf where they lived using her magic. There was a lot of stuff that felt the same as being at home, but magical unicorns teaching me math wasn't one of them—not when they casually use that magic for everything.

I just shrugged my shoulders and closed my book—an English textbook. "I kinda didn't pay much attention in school. It was sooooper boring. Still got Bs."

Moon Dancer raised one eyebrow. "And what about this? This isn't too boring?"

"Well, yeah. But I kinda have to think and focus on this or you'll make me learn it all over again after we're done. Besides, I want to get this out of the way so I can learn about Equestria and magic!"

"You will! And I'm very happy with these results. I—" Moon Dancer cut short as Mom knocked and opened the door.

Mom had a tray balanced on her back, something I'd seen other earth ponies do to carry stuff while walking. She reached back and revealed it had several cupcakes on it. "Hope I'm not interrupting. Did either of you want a cupcake?" After a moment she chuckled. "Philip made them, not me."

"Then I'll have one!" I shouted and jumped down from my seat.

"How's my little scholar doing?" Mom asked a moment after I stuffed the better part of half a cupcake in my mouth.

"Catching up fast. For these first two weeks I'm pushing her through 7th and 8th grade. She knew nearly everything from 7th already, so I'm going to give her a test on Monday to finalize that." Moon Dancer used her magic to lift a cupcake off the tray and break a little piece off to chew on. So small, in fact, that she could keep talking around it! Talk about inefficient! "I'll have her doing the same for 8th grade in a week's time."

"Would you mind writing a report on this? I'd like to understand how your system works, and I'm sure some people back home would to. I can arrange payment for—"

"You're already paying me, Mrs. Ree. I don't need more."

"Exactly," Mom said. "I'm paying you to teach Riley. Let the government pay you for your research."

Moon Dancer chuckled and held up a hoof to waggle it back and forth. "Okay, but on one condition."

"Name it."

"I don't want to be paid in bits—I've got plenty already—I want a computer as well as copies of all your information you have stored on them." Moon Dancer sounded completely serious. When she saw Mom start to giggle, she even tilted her head to the side. "What did I say?"

"Well, last I heard, nearly a third of our world's energy went into storing data on computers, and size-wise, you'd need an area about triple the size of Canterlot. I can, however, get some very specific parts of it. Public data, of course, but I think it will be a good start." Mom seemed to have recovered from her giggles. "Would that be a good start? Information for information?"

"That sounds perfect. What sort of information will there be, and how long will it take me to get through it all?" Moon Dancer paused for a second and then shook her head. "This is another silly question."

Mom still sounded like she wanted to laugh. "Yeah. I don't know the specifics of it, but I was planning on getting you a thing called Wikipedia, if I can. I believe there's more general information there than you could read in your lifetime."

Moon Dancer looked kinda hungry, though she'd stopped eating her cupcake.

"Can I go?" I asked before either of them could say anything else.

"Sure, honey, you've earned it."

I wasted no time getting out of there. Mom and Moon Dancer could talk all they wanted, but I wanted to check on my tree. Knowing better than to clatter around the house, I kept my pace to a trot (hooves on wood floors are noisy!).

"Hey, squirt, what's up?" Saf asked. When I turned I saw him walking into the kitchen, Saf still had his flight suit still on.

I had to jerk myself free of the daydream seeing him wearing that cute outfit always put me in. Big brothers shouldn't look like cute and cool ponies! "Finished class for the day. You too?"

He smiled. Saf was doing that a lot more lately. I guess he liked being a pony as much as I did. "Yup. More classes."

"You're going to school more here than we did back home," I said.

He laughed. "You too, squirt. Where's that bored little sister who couldn't pull her nose away from her phone gone?"

My phone. I'd brought it with me, of course, and it had lost charge in about two days. I couldn't work out how to charge it or turn it on, anyway, with these hooves. "Phones are boring. Want to see my tree?"

"Sure." Saf followed me as I headed to the back door. "But then you have to listen to me talk about flying for a bit."

It wasn't the best trade, but with him looking so cute I couldn't resist it. "Sure."

Houses in Canterlot, even big ones like ours, didn't have much of a backyard, but what this one did have I was making use of. Walking over to the sapling, its whippy stem reaching up to the sky with hopeful and green leaves,

I walked right up to my tree and leaned my head against the branch and asked it what was wrong—nothing. Nothing was wrong. Giggling at the tree's answer, I leaned against it with my magic and felt it stir excitedly.

Everything seemed to slow down, which was odd because everything around us sped up. I heard Saf asking questions so fast I couldn't understand him, but what I understood was the tree. "Here." I pushed a little more and felt the tree start to sing in my head.

When the tree couldn't pull enough water in and ran out of stored food, I stopped. The world seemed to rush back in around me, and I could even feel Saf's wing resting on my back. I shook myself to break out of the funk that always came after talking to my tree.

"You looked a bit cold. I—uh—figured you could use some…" Saf said.

"Thanks, Saf. I wasn't cold exactly, I just tremble a little when I'm doing my thing with magic. Anypony'd think I wasn't meant to have all this magic while this small or somethin'."

He raised an eyebrow just like Mom would. "'Anypony'?"

"Yes! We're ponies, Saf, time to act like them—us—err." I guess I just proved Moon Dancer right about needing to learn more English or Ponish or whatever we're actually speaking. "Hey, Saf, can you speak English?"

"Duh. Of course I can, I—" He stopped and went cross-eyed looking at his snout. "What about—Is this—Maybe we should talk to your teacher."

"Moon Dancer would know!" I turned for the house and stumbled a little. My magic felt like a shallow pond instead of a deep lake, but a little trickle into my legs was more than enough to steady them.

"Get on, squirt." Saf didn't give me any further warning. He picked me up with one of his wings and dumped me on his back. His flight suit felt slick and smooth, but I kinda liked having the weight taken from my hooves. "Your tree is pretty awesome, you know?"

I could feel both my ears shoot forward to listen. "Really? Thanks!"

"Mom!" Saf walked back into the house with me on his back, and I was reminded how much taller I should have been. I felt, well, I felt my normal height on his back. He poked his head into the living room, then the kitchen, and finally found her in the hallway. "Mom, we can't speak English."

"What do you—You just—" Mom stopped speaking for a moment, closed her eyes, and looked focused on something. "Okay, this is—That got it. It's not easy," Mom said in English. The language sounded a little odd to me, but by the time she got to the end of the sentence it all made sense. "Moon Dancer? Before you go, can you explain something for us?"

Coming from my classroom (the bedroom Mom had designated my classroom), Moon Dancer was still tucking books into her saddlebags. "What do you need explained?"

"I'm having trouble remembering how to speak English, and Saffron and Riley can't at all."

"I can now—" Saf said in English, though he sounded funny doing it. "Talk more."

"Peter Piper picked a pack of pickled peppers. The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog." As she spoke in English, Mom seemed to get more confident with the words. I tried to focus on them as best I could.

"That's helping. Riley, you try," Saf said.

Screwing my eyes closed, I retied to focus on what I should sound like in English. "It's hard, but I—" I opened my eyes in surprise at having spoken English. "Hey, I got it!" But dropped back to Ponish. "Damn. I had it."

"I think you've got the key to it. Perhaps an hour each night where you only speak English to each other?" Moon Dancer asked.

Mom turned to her. "Were you aware this might happen?"

"No. At least, we've never seen this effect of the spell. It might have something to do with you being from a low-magic world. I'll write a report on it and pass it on, though I expect the four of you will have a better idea of what's going on once you get your heads around it," Moon Dancer said. "I best be going. Someone gave me a pile of homework to do."

Mom laughed. "Thank you, Moon Dancer. It's wonderful to have a pony I can come to for answers and get them. Refreshing even. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get answers out of people back home."

"Where's Dad?" Saf asked.

"Afternoon run. He'll be back to start dinner soon. You could do some prep if you want to eat earlier."

Saf took a step back as if something dangerous had just appeared. "I'll take Riley for a fly first." I blinked in surprise, but didn't want to argue in case I got talked into doing extra chores. "You still want to right, squirt?"

"Yes!" Did I sound too eager? Better dial it back. "You promised."

With Saf turning around, I tried to look as excited as I could as he walked back through the house and out into the backyard. "Good thinking. Mom didn't suspect a thing."

I giggled. "Do I get to fly still?"

"Hold on." Saf spread his wings and I barely got a good grip around his neck before he jumped upward about twenty yards.

Gasping in surprise, I soon turned to squeals of excitement as he began to fly around. "This is amazing, Saf!" He wasn't doing any really crazy stuff, but just being able to fly had me in awe of him.

Not that I could tell my big brother how cool he was, but I wasn't hugging just to hold on.

Author's Note

Celestia: do you only have one eye?

"No, I have two, but last time I cut my mane short to use both at once, the nation's hairdressers sued me for ruining their business—and Equestria spiraled into a century-long depression. An overly flashy mane has its disadvantages, but encouraging my ponies to emulate my mane is a safer bet than being able to perceive depth," Princess Celestia said, and the warm smile on her face only reinforced the realization that this could be a thousand-year-old joke.

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