“Mush! Mush!”
“Will آپ cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild آگ کے, آگ and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much مزید 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 مالٹا, نارنگی one, and a گلابی one, and a gray one, and… a قوس قزح one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild آگ کے, آگ commented, waving to her captain....
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