Flight. There's always been some sort of peace in it, at least to most of us Pegasi. I suppose I'm no different, either, considering that's how I spend most of my weekends; wind in my blue fur, and nothing more than the sound of wings and birds. There's nothing like it, and I feel sorry for the other ponies that can't experience it. In fact, my parents named me Feather Breeze, and everypony who sees me fly says I live up to the name. Even more than my parents expected.

Though now that I think about it, I suppose I help others live that dream as well. I'm normally working on some carts, or the occasional clock tower, but I can't help but take special pride in helping ponies fix the flying contraptions they've created...and commonly broken, if I'm honest. It's a hard thing to master, especially when it's not native to your kind.

I suppose it's only fair, we winged ponies have had tens of thousands of years to perfect it, and others have only just started trying to explore the science behind it. I have absolutely no problem helping them along, so much so that I actually hold courses for a few and try to educate them.

Tangent aside, I have no problem helping others fix their machines. Anything from a flagpole to a train, I've done nearly all of it. I've been told I'm rather good at it as well, which would explain my wrench of a cutie mark. In fact when it first appeared, my friend Thunder Wing said "well, that puts a wrench into things!" Of course, I slugged him in the side right after it as he fell over laughing like crazy. He's always been great at bad puns, and has had his share of bruises from me to prove it.

"Hey, Feather, up here!" Ah, speaking of the nutty black pegasus. Always has a way of rousing me out of my thoughts while I'm flying. That usually ends up bad anyway.

But, when your friend calls, you meet him up at the cloud he's on. And, as is my normal method, I landed with a bit of a flair and a very gentle contact with the fluff. Having been on the weather team myself, I know how much work goes into a cloud like this. He takes pride in his work as well. He also takes pride in his breaks.

"Hey, bud. What's up?" Having settled in beside him, becoming a mixture of black and blue atop a white cloud, we both sat down and just observed the area. Right above the forest is a great spot for that.

"Chillin', finally got most of my quota for the day done. How about you?" Good grief, he sounds more like he belongs on a farm every single day. Or a high school.

"Just out for a cruise. Finally got everything set up for tomorrows storm."

"Got enough tarps?"

"Come on, that was just one time!"

Or two...but I can't tell him about that, I'll never live it down!

"Twice. I was watching last Tuesday, you goof."

Well, so much for that.

"Ok, fine, twice. But I'm good for the third time. Plenty of tarps, roof is fixed, garage doors are sealed...took a lot of bits, but I managed."

I hope they're sealed well enough.

"Good. Apparently they're going for heavy wind tonight, last minute decision. No clue why, something about excess leaves or something."

"Of course they are, what a surprise." I got a hoof to the side for that comment. I've never been good at hiding frustration, but he's always been good at bringing me back to sanity.

"Yeah, not my idea either. They didn't even even vote like usual!"

"Again?" A gentle nod confirmed that. Becoming a common theme with them, part of why I got out of the job while I had a chance. While I was fixing my blue mane (and thinking of the oddness of having 3 shades of blue in it), Thunder let out a snicker. That prompted me to look up and see a pair of pegasi having a cloudball fight, and boy, did they take it seriously. As soon as I looked up, they both took one to the face and fell down in a cackling heap on their own clouds.

"So much for getting the job done, huh? Thunder, aren't you a supervisor here?" I figured he enjoyed the sight and didn't mind, but I wasn't sure how seriously he took that sort of thing.

"Nah, they're good. Do it all the time, they're just having fun. No harm there. That's Star Comet there on the left." As he pointed to the orange pegasus with the grey mane, I couldn't help but notice something about him.

"And that is Ivory Fire." As soon as I saw the all-purple female, I figured it out.

"They flirt like that all the time, don't they?"

"Constantly."

Called it.

"And let me guess, they haven't said anything to each other."

"Nope. Been pairing them up a lot more, hoping for it. Got bets on the timing, too."

I've never been able to resist a good bet, at least when I can afford it. He knew this, too, and I heard his signature snort as he just waited for me to join. Of course, it was a good bet.

"Five bits on a month and a half, two on them being awkward the next week."

I grinned a bit as I heard a quill on paper. Never left home without it, that one.

"You're a brave colt, going that close. Nopony else has anything closer than 3 months."

"Call it a hunch."

We just sat there for 3 hours and watched the world go by. Some ponies talk about their head being in the clouds, but sometimes that's the best place to feel grounded. Maybe that's just me.

Around sundown, I found my way off the cloud and on the ground, wandering back toward my house. I was granted with great flight skills and some weird blue hair, night vision wasn't always my strong suit. Sometimes it's there, but definitely not tonight. Still, great weekends have to end sometime.

Dragging my tired self through the door and kicking it shut, the lights kicked on all on their own. Nopony said a working colts house had to be boring, and I'm always looking for ways to improve stuff.

"Took you long enough, Feather." Oh, forgot to mention Thunder is my roommate. It was the only way I could afford to get the garage needed for my work. Also the reason I need to hide the off switch for the lights again.

"We need a different couch, you blend in way too well there." The furniture was his idea, but I still can't help heckling him for it.

"Not my fault I look like the night sky. More fun that way anyway."

"Fine, I'll just tell everypony you dye your mane." He doesn't, but it's still a fun threat.

"I'll tell them you don't!" Ah, the fun banter of friends. Never gets old, yet always gets old.

"Fine then. What's for dinner?"

"Oatburgers. Fresh off the grill. Thanks for fixing that, by the way." He's always been a better cook than me, and if equipment is in top shape, the food's even better. A bit selfish, but it works out for us both.

Wandering into the kitchen, I see he's set out a plate for me as well. Having been roommates since college, we've learned to manage living together like this. It helps knowing what your roomie likes to eat, as well. In this case, just some simple burgers and fries.

Though as soon as I sat down to eat, there was a hoof knocking at the door.

"Later, you."

"Did you just ta-"

"Yes, I talked to the burger. Shut it, couch cushion!" A snicker let me know that he was still awake enough to get the joke as I walked past him to the door and opened it.

Boy, was I surprised to see a frazzled and exhausted Big Mac standing there with a raggedy cart behind him. And a drag rut in the ground all the way from his farm.

"Again?! I just fixed that, did you overload it again?" I let out a bit of a sigh as he got a sheepish look to himself. Poor guy doesn't know his own strength sometimes, or his equipments limits.

"Eeyup." He started to turn away, looking rather dejected. I always hate when ponies get that feeling around me. It's not normally intentional that I do that, either, it just happens.

"Hey...no worries, I've got an idea. Might finally hold up to your payloads." That got a faint smile out of him. So quiet, but so emotional.

As he wandered away and started to perk up, I shut the door and walked over to my calendar to write the job in, just like I always do. The Apples equipment is always a rush job, but they seemed to luck out about the empty schedule for this week.

"Hey, what about Cherry's hay cruncher?"

"Waiting on parts...again. Ordered extra this time." Walking back toward the kitchen, I grumbled a bit at the frustration of ordering the belts for that again. The manufacturer doesn't seem to like talking to non-dealers.

"The Cake family blender?" Oh yeah, forgot about that one. Still, there's a common problem this week.

"Bearings are shot, got more of them on the way as well." At least those parts were easier to get. I took a rather big bite of my burger, getting lost in my thoughts and the days newspaper as I ate my dinner in peace. I don't get enough of that these days, it seems.

The rest of the night went by without a peep from the door or the two of us. Thunder fell asleep on the couch like he always does, and I pondered yet again how he likes it more than the bed he picked out when we moved here.

As I climbed into bed for the night, I remember my last thought of the weekend.

I love my job and nearly everything involved with it, but I still need to have weekends to myself. And a calm weekend is never a waste if you're with friends, or just plain enjoying your break.

I just wish I knew what this week truly held. Maybe I could have been better prepared for it.

Author's Note

I know, I already have one story I should be working on...10 years ago. I just had an idea and a new OC as I slowly got back into the fandom, and wanted to get on it. Enjoy, there's more to come...hopefully more than I have immediately planned.