Flyte

(A/N: Sorry for taking so long on that update. I was having writer's block, nothing a shot of AMP couldn't fix but still. Anyway i'm gonna be on a roll since i'm on winter break! So watch out for multiple chapter releases!)

I traded off calls with the Griffon for a while, I knew it was a Griffon because the shrieks were accompanied with a throaty growl usually associated with a lion. It went on for what I assumed was thirty minutes, eventually my wings grew tired from the levitation so I bid farewell to the new found friend with a large burst of white fire. I'll explain later. As I made my way to RD's cloud house I felt a wet sensation against my back, after landing in my bedroom via window, I turned my head to see that there was green solution trailing off my coat. I decided to let the shading come off on it's own, let my natural mane color shine since I'm going to be starting over in this town anyway. Since I didn't want to get my mane wet, I crawled back up the wall and slept like a bat for as long as I could. I had very pleasant dreams.

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Scootaloo was happy but tired as she traded calls with the dragon, it lustrous bellows sweeping over the land as it boomed it's song. She was about to give a final call when she saw a large plume of white fire, signaling the end. She smiled as she curled up on the roof, not bothering to head back down to sleep.

Maybe tomorrow'll be good to me for once.

And with that she let the dream world surface in place of her conscious.

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"WOW! SOOOO COOOOOL!!!" Shouted a voice from below me, internally I groaned as I unwrapped my wings and descended, doing an aeon roll to shift my vision and flight path. I landed a few feet away from a surprised Rainbow Dash, her wings fluttering up as she squealed at my maneuvers. "Morning Dash." I said flatly. It seems like I unplugged a cork because as soon as I addressed her she started going off about how cool I was and how it was going to be so awesome when she showed me to her friends. I just made my way past the still gushing mare to what I assumed was the kitchen. "RAINBOW! WANT BREAKFAST??" I shouted, she was still upstairs spewing to the space I had been. I heard rustling of feathers as she raced down, "yeah sure! Oh! I know! I can make haycakes!" She said  reaching into a cloud cupboard and pulling out  a box of hay-quicks. I sighed as I fetched a pot and put it on the burner, setting it too hot. She gasped "OH MY GOSH! YOU KNOW HOW TO COOK?!? THIS IS LIKE, THE BEST DECISION I EVER MADE!" She screamed as I made spiced scramble hay with olive oil. I was surprised this was here since she didn't seem like the type that took care of herself, but I wasn't asking.

She was still gushing when I set the food and plates, still gushing when I finished, still gushing when I shouted from the front door "I"M GOIN TO SCHOOL! SEE YA LATER!" And with that I flew down over to the large red schoolhouse, eager to meet a certain sunset orange filly.

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Scootaloo was smiling and humming as she made her way down from the roof and over to the schoolhouse which was actually only a couple miles from the secluded part of Sweet Apple Acres where the clubhouse was. She was glad that she didn't run into any ponies. As she turned onto Golden Delicious lane, a path leading right up to the schoolhouse door a klick or two from the Clubhouse, she heard a familiar southern accent shout. "Hey! Scootaloo! Wait up!" Shouted Applebloom as she raced to catch up with her friend. "Wow! what happened to yer wings?" She said gazing to her flank in shock as she trotted side by side with Scootaloo.

Scootaloo just giggled as she extended her newly enlarged wings, they had miraculously grown over night and now covered  her still blank flank. "I dunno! I just felt my wings were tired when I woke up, and when I looked back these babies were here!" She said, extending her still tender wings. She winced as they bit a sharp retort from the sudden movement. She heard Applebloom laugh a little from the look on her face.

A silent pause ensued for a little while, Scotaloo knew what she was going to ask, she had already forgiven both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom for it. "Look scoots, I-" She was interrupted as Scootaloo put a hoof to her mouth. "It's okay Applebloom, I know you guys were just looking out for me." She said, her voice growing soft as a tear made it's way to her eye.

Applebloom's eyes just softened and she hugged Scootaloo, who returned the gesture with as much ferocity as her tired body could muster. Eventually the duo ran into Sweetie Belle and they repeated the process. Sweetie Belle though took after the drama queen side of Rarity, she practically cried her eyes out when apologizing. As the newly amended trio made their way to school, they traded jokes and stories. Everything was right between them so everything was right in Scootaloo's world.

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Mayor Mare had talked with me a little over the phone about school, telling me how fun it is and how if anyone bothered me about my 'defect' that to tell her and she would talk with Principal. For the most part I just listened and offered the occasional yes or grunt in my case. So here I was, first day of school and I was looking like a mess. Since the green dye I had used to color my mane was now turning back into liquid, it gelled my mane backwards as it hardened in the cold morning wind. My coat was also a mess seeing as how I had just made Breakfast and tore out of there. As I neared the building, I could see small dots of color which I assumed where the the other foals making their way inside. I knew what was going to happen, as soon as I touched down they would start whispering and snickering. Then again, if I paid any attention to anything anypony ever said behind my back, I wouldn't be me.

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Scootaloo had just taken her seat in Ms. Cherrilie's Equestrian Literature class when the door burst open and the one colt she didn't want to see sauntered in the room, eyes closed. She groaned, why? Celetia's sake the day was going so well too! She silently cursed as Cheerilee joyously introduced him. Class! I want you all to meet- she was interrupted as he snaked his head in a swift motion to the right as a spitball narrowly missed him. His eyes flew open as he glared at the class, staring down the perpetrator. The class as well as Ms. Cherrilee, his eyes were burning pieces of sapphire in his head.

Beautiful

Scootaloo thought as she gazed into the pits of the azure blue. She didn't think it like a lover gazing into his loved one's eyes. She thought it like a hiker would gaze upon the sunrise peaking over the blue mountain horizon. He turned his gaze from left to right and then his eyes fell upon her's.

In those two pits she saw something that deeply disturbed her. She saw a pleading and anger, kindness and coldness. She saw years that he shouldn't have experienced, strangely though, she also saw a fire. In that single moment the sum of all his experiences formed into a single thought.

Yes I'm a monster and I'm proud of it.

She smiled at him, and she saw a tug at the left corner of his face. Maybe he's not so bad after all She thought.

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I walked into the room using sonar to guide me. Yes, dragon's can use sonar as well, just another trait passed unto me by my mother. I heard the teacher and conglomerate of foals whisper. Instantly I felt a cold spike of fear run down the right side of my head, I shifted my head to the right as I heard a projectile wiz over my ear. I opened my eyes, furious and trying to find the mule who decided it was a good idea.

My eyes were not attuned to the sheer color spectrum. It was like looking at a Rainbow in the light, every foal there was a completely different color, it was like something you would see in an art gallery, shifting colors as the foals and fillies shifted in their seats. I cast my eyes around, taking in all that the classroom had to offer until my eyes fell on a little filly sitting in front of the class. Her eyes were a warm violet. What they told was anything but.

Yes I hear you talking about me, And I don't care.

They practically shouted. I felt myself instinctively try to smile as my brain told it to step off. I heard the teacher clear her throat again. "Okay then! Ummm....you can take a seat....over there!" She said as she searched the classroom for an empty seat. Like some astronomical sign, the only seat that was open was the one right next to the orange and amethyst filly.

We might be friends before we've properly met.

An abstract part of my brain shouted, the other part of my brain quickly proceeded to metaphysically slap it upside the head.

This might not be so bad after all.

Said a more sensible side of my brain as I made my way over to the seat, still staring at the filly.