“Ta-daa! We’re here! See, that wasn’t so bad.” She bent down and offered him a hoof, which he clutched tightly with both forelegs.
“Nice mane,” she added as she pulled him up. Stylo reached up and felt his new hairdo. The intense speed had slicked it back Mehr smoothly than any hair gel ever could.
“I need to dusche Mehr often…” he grumbled.
“Come on!” regenbogen called a few strides ahead, “Let’s get Du started!”
She led Stylo on through the soft, pillowy city. The pair finally came to a clearing in which many pegasi ambled about on a large flat cloud, talking amongst themselves. The sheer magnitude of the social interaction taking place left Stylo repulsed.
regenbogen led him through the crowd Von the hoof, scanning the pegasi that comprised it.
“No… no… let’s see…hmm?” She stopped abruptly. Stylo saw that a light-blue unicorn with a fancy purple cape had captured her attention.
“Trixie?” she asked the mysterious unicorn, “What are Du doing here?”
“The Great and Generous Trixie has come to aid your cloud-clearing efforts!” she sagte with her chest puffed out and her head high.
regenbogen smiled. “Thanks, Trixie, but Du didn’t have to come all this-“
“Um, question?” Stylo interrupted. The two blue ponies whirled to face him. “How are Du not falling through the clouds?”
Trixie grinned. “Oh hoh hoh, it’s quite simple! I just cast a “walk-on-clouds” spell on myself while taking the balloon up here!”
“Wow. That makes us pegasi seem pretty useless, huh?” Stylo replied, chuckling.
Trixie’s eyes widened with excitement. “Of course! Einhörner can quite easily do all of the things pegasi do, but we make these flying brutes do all of the manual labor so we may concern ourselves with Mehr important things like magic and educa-…”
Trixie trailed off as Rainbow’s icy stare cut into her.
“I-I mean… we all have our talents!” Trixie finished, grinning widely.
regenbogen frowned. “…Yeah. Trixie, since you’re so eager to help, why don’t Du go clear up the thunderheads out west? They could really use your ‘talents’.”
Trixie gave a halfhearted salute. “Yes sir, regenbogen sir.”
As she trotted past Stylo, he leaned over and whispered to her.
“She’s just jealous.”
Trixie silently laughed and gave him a wink.
---
“Wild Fire!” regenbogen called out, hopping up and down. A cream-colored mare seemed to respond to this a few yards away. She dashed over in an instant and promptly saluted her captain.
“Yes sir, regenbogen sir!”
“This is Stylo,” regenbogen began, motioning to the unenthused figure Weiter to her, “He’s one of our emergency WTPI recruits. I need Du to Zeigen him the ropes. Get him going and stuff.”
A bright smile spread across Wild Fire’s face. She swept her coffee-brown mane out of her eyes and saluted again. “O-Of course!”
regenbogen gave her a playful head rub. “That’s what I like to hear! You’re doing great out there, Fiery. And Stylo?”
“Mmm?” Stylo murmured, looking up from staring at his hooves.
regenbogen breathed a sigh. “Just do your best, alright?”
“Hmph.”
“Good enough.”
regenbogen gave the two of them a wave and took off, flying away to some faraway destination.
---
“Thank Du so much for coming out here, Sh…what was your name, again?”
“Stylo. And I didn’t have much of a choice,” he grumbled, absentmindedly tossing his little black notebook up and catching it.
“We’re here to play a very important part!” Wild feuer replied, snatching the notebook away from him, “If we don’t sort out this crazy weather-“
“GAH! Give it back!” Stylo cried, flailing his hooves at his adversary.
“Okay, okay! Sorry.” She handed him the notebook. Stylo held it to his nose and breathed deeply.
“My poems… are my children,” he began. His head suddenly shot up as he gave Wild feuer an emotional glare. “You just kidnapped my children!”
“I’m sorry!” She repeated, “I just-… I didn’t know. I won’t do it again.” She plodded over and hugged him.
Stylo breathed a sigh and clutched his precious book. “…Alright.”
He opened his eyes and looked down. “…Don’t hug me.”
“You know Du need it.”
“Ugh. Come on, let’s go… clear out these troublesome clouds, oder whatever.”
“Okay!” Wild feuer abruptly let go and took off toward the west, flying with great speed. After a few seconds, she came back down.
“Aren’t Du coming?” she asked Stylo, confused.
Stylo eyed his wings nervously. “I haven’t flown in three years. I think I forgot how.”
Wild feuer let out a hearty laugh. “What? Come on, Du can’t fool me!”
Stylo simply stood there helplessly. Wild Fire’s smile faltered.
“…You’re serious?”
He grinned weakly. “Could I hitch a ride?”
“Could you… ugh! Sure, whatever!”
A toothy grin spread across Stylo’s face as he skipped over to his noble steed.
