“Mush! Mush!”
“Will you cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild apoy and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much madami 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 mga kulay – there was an kahel one, and a kulay-rosas one, and a gray one, and… a bahaghari one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild apoy commented, waving to her captain....
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