“Mush! Mush!”
“Will toi cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild feu and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much plus enjoyable than the last one.
He hopped off Wild Fire’s back and took a look around. They weren’t alone – many other pegasi darted this way and that, clearing away the stormy vapor. He spied colts and mares of all different couleurs – there was an orange one, and a rose one, and a gray one, and… a arc en ciel one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild feu commented, waving to her captain....
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