“Will you cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild Fire and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much more 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 colors – there was an orange one, and a pink one, and a gray one, and… a rainbow one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild Fire commented, waving to her captain.
“Mmm. Could we… relocate, perhaps?” Stylo asked, anxiously.
“What’s up? These thunderheads scaring you?”
“No no, it’s just that working so close to Cap’n Rainbow over there is going to make it hard to slack off,” he replied, apathetically poking at a nearby cloud lump.
“Dagh!” Wild Fire groaned, “You just made me fly you all the way here!”