“Mush! Mush!”
“Will te cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild fuoco and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much più 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 colori – there was an arancia, arancio one, and a rosa one, and a gray one, and… a arcobaleno one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild fuoco commented, waving to her captain....
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