Arboreal Grieving

Celestia flew weakly, making an effort to not overexert her wings. Covered in frost and drenched, she expected to need medical care after this disaster was over and done with.

Shivering uncontrollably, Celestia still managed to keep herself in the air, gliding down into Ponyville from the clouds. Rain still beat down on her, thankfully warmer than inside the storm, keeping her completely soaked to the bone.

Celestia zeroed in on the faltering light in Ponyville, even as the flames were drowned out by the downpour. Peering through the haze, she could see that the blaze was considerably weaker than she remembered.

Distracted, Celestia inhaled a lungful of water. Sputtering, she was wracked with coughs in midair, losing her grip on the air. Her wings lost the energy to beat, and she fell.

Panic set in as Celestia struggled to take a breath, only finding more frigid rain. She tried to force her wings to cooperate, but they only weakly beat once before falling limp once more.

Oh, this is bad!

Celestia glanced down, finding the Ponyville roofs to be too close for comfort. She exerted her wings for one final effort, angling her body for a rough landing. Sighting the street, she unfurled her wings completely, aiming for a slow glide.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pinched her wing at the alula. Celestia struggled with her wing, pushing it out with a desperate hoof, but it continued to crumple in, the pain forcing her to veer to the left.

With a weak cry, Celestia found herself speeding for the building she had planned to land beside. Forcing her other wing out, Celestia tried to slow for a more controlled approach, only to find her wing unable to hold up her body. As the other wing was forced to her side, Celestia braced her body for impact—