“Mush! Mush!”
“Will Ты cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild огонь and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much еще 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 Цвета – there was an оранжевый one, and a розовый one, and a gray one, and… a радуга one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild огонь commented, waving to her captain....
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