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The wind whistled shrilly in Silver Star's ears as he gained speed. Before long, a silvery blue trail of color extended behind him, electricity arcing through the air as a cone of compressed air formed around the speed-obsessed stallion. As he felt his vision swim, he grit his teeth, and continued to push forward.
Time seemed to slow down as the silver-coated speedster reached that breaking point. He could feel the sound barrier straining at his hooftips. He was so close. Just a little more and--
Silver Star's eyes bulged as he felt himself being thrown backwards, spiraling wildly as his wings and limbs refused to obey his mental commands. As the sight of a cloud-crafted home drew closer, he hugged his wings and legs as close to himself as his body would allow, and a single thought crossed his mind and passed through his lips as he braced for impact.
It had been another long morning at the Cloudsdale stadium, the light-blue pegasus working out under the once-Wonderbolt captain, Spitfire. It had been a good run, and the Wonderbolts' popularity as a flight team had seen a meteoric rise under her leadership, but it couldn't last forever, and now Spitfire had retired to be a trainer. Over and over again Spitfire made Firefly travel through the rings in order, flying behind her and changing their position each time she passed through, training her endurance and her flight control simultaneously.
The two of them began training at sunrise, and two and a half hours later they had finished, around 9:45. From there, Firefly and Spitfire parted ways, and the light-blue mare returned to her own house, yawning as she walked in and turning to the kitchen. Right. Breakfast time. Or it would be, though Firefly's "breakfast" usually consisted of a cheese sandwich with a side of lettuce.
Once she had made her dish and eaten it too - something which took her all of 5 minutes - she walked to the small shower room and turned on the faucet, walking in and closing the curtains behind her. As the water warmed up, Firefly spread her wings, sparks of static electricity radiating from her mane as she waved it about to get it completely wet. She opened her mouth, yawned - and then a loud crash caused her to almost lose her balance in the shower.
Quickly she grabbed at the curtain, opening it up and peeking out, her eyes immediately catching the hole in the ground. As her mind slowly began to wrap around what must have happened, her gaze slowly trailed up to the pony who was now on her ceiling somehow. "W-what are you doing?!" she exclaimed, quickly hiding back under the cover of the shower curtain.
Silver Star groaned as he struggled to straighten out his line of sight, and when he did, he couldn't hide the blush that crept onto his face as he saw a mare screech at, and hide her body from him. Peeling himself from the mare's bathroom ceiling, he grunted as he landed unceremoniously on his rump.
"Nursing a monster of a headache, for one." he groused, holding a hoof to his forehead. "and two, I was busy flying... but that plan's been shot to Tartarus and back, it seems."
Arching his back until he heard a satisfying "pop", he groaned as he felt his limbs limber back up.
"Well, sorry about your bathroom. I'll pay you back when I'm rich, okay?" he said as he prepared to dive back through the hole he had come through.
This post has been edited by That Little Twerp: Feb 4 2013, 02:26 AM
The beautiful thing about living in the clouds compared to living down on earth? Everything was made of cloud, and as such, repairs of any scale didn't require funds of any sort - just clouds, and not even a lot of them. The bathroom could be fixed in fifteen minutes or so, and she could do it on her own with little trouble. No. What Firefly had trouble with was the pegasus who had just seen her, in the shower, and was now looking to get away with it.
"W-wait!" she demanded, though she refrained from leaving the shower, half out of embarrassment and half out of the fact that if she fell out of her home her wings would be too wet to maintain flight.
Silver Star stopped mid-step, though the mare's plea for him to wait didn't exactly stop him from grumbling.
"What is it NOW?" he asked, his expression deadpan and somewhat miffed. It's not like he could help hurtling into this mare's home at less-than-supersonic speeds. Quite frankly, he was sure that if he had been hurt, he'd hold her accountable!
"Look, I already said I was sorry, and that I'd pay for the right kind of cloud needed to repair your floor and ceiling, so what's the big freaking deal, huh?" he asked, his voice almost a shout. Then he took a moment to take a deep breath, and actually looked at the mare that was attempting to shield herself from view, an raised an eyebrow.
"You know that we all walk around naked, right? What you're trying to hide is nothing new, I'd wager."
"Charming. Is that what guys typically consider a pick-up line nowadays?" Firefly asked, feeling the hairs of her tail begin to stand up on end already after she had just gotten distracted from her shower. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let it go. No. She needed to be calm about this. Besides, she was in no condition to fly, even if the muscles in her legs and wings were still loose - wet feathers could bring down even the best of fliers.
"Word of advice - just because we don't normally wear clothing doesn't mean mares don't mind stallions looking in on them in a shower. Nevertheless-" she continued, before he could get a word in edgewise, "I can at least acknowledge that this was clearly unintentional, and as such holding this against you would be childish of me." she said, a slight trace of irritation making itself known as her mane gave a strange buzz of electricity, causing Firefly to wince from the discomfort.