Gilda zoomed down on to the clouds of Las pegasus, one of the only multilayered cities in the world! It combined its cloud city with the buildings below making bridges and platforms scatter through the skies, rainbow's cast light all around and the skyscrapers probably should have been called sky breakers! It was one of the few cities Gilda hadn't visited while flying her mail runs. She looked at the area with eyes full of wonder as street performers cast their magic, flipped through the air and generally...performed.
She looked to Fleet with an excited grin before forcing herself to calm down a bit. She was acting like a grifflet! "This is so cool!" okay, maybe she only calmed down half a bit. "This place most have the biggest weather factory in the world with all these clouds and rainbows!" she said before a thought struck her.
"You've raced here before haven't you?" she asked. She was pretty sure, but since not every race was a Wonderbolt event, she wanted to be sure. She wondered if Fleet would want to visit the track, or maybe take a swing at the casinos. The decision to take a small vacation had been a rather sudden one. They'd made it, mostly, on a whim. If anyone she knew were to ask Gilda probably would have said it was because her wings were pretty much full again, or that they had taken the long flight as endurance training or that it had been timed to prove that all the training had paid off...but she was pretty sure it was just because both she and her teacher wanted to have some fun.
Fleetfoot met Gilda's excited grin with one of her own. The Griffon wasn't the only one of the two who was feeling a little wild and carefree! "I've been here before, shows and races, but always on business, never just to play." The Wonderbolt glided into a soft roll, and Las Pegasus blurred into an even more incredible kaleidoscope of color and light, just for a moment.
Such a busy place, with so many active ponies, was far outside the Pegasus's usual comfort zone. In her rather limited time off, Fleet was usually very quiet and conservative in her leisure activities, preferring to stay home and read, or visit public gardens, museums, art galleries, orchestras and even operas. 'Cultured' activities, you might say, where no participation was required from her, she could simply blend into a crowd and enjoy, passively. That was what 'Skye' liked to do.
And yet, the other side of Fleet, the part that she always considered 'The Wonderbolt side' couldn't help but admit that she felt excited. At first, Fleet had suggested the vacation because Gilda had worked so hard and was making so much progress. But now... Now she just wanted to cut loose and party like she did after a successful show! "They say that Las Pegasus has more things to see and do than one pony can experience in a lifetime!" Fleet called to Gilda. "But the hard part will be deciding what we should do first!"
So Fleet hadn't ever had fun, fun fun, in Las Pegasus. Awesome!! That meant that they both would be going in this new...well, pretty new. Fleet was still a good bit more social, albeit with those she new really well, than Gilda had ever been. While Fleet had her group of Wonderbolt's Gilda had about...four friends, ever. Only three close friends, and one of them had been a bird and one her brother. Well, this was the perfect time to play catchup. They were gonna go have a wild time, right? That had to mean parties and strangers laughing and a bunch of other stuff....probably.
Fleet brought up a good point though, how the heck would they start? This was supposed to be a vacation, so the races were probably something that should be avoided. The same went for the slots and casinos in general...at least to a certain extent. Gilda bet that her competitive nature could lead to her losing a lot...or making a lot...tempting. Casinos would stay on the table for now.
"alright, we should start...with a thing." Gilda said, stumbling through her sentence. She had trusted her instincts to carry her through to some sort of idea. They had failed her."Maybe we should just fly to the strip and see what looks cool?" she asked, looking at Fleet for validation.
Fleet grinned "Sounds good to me!" she declared, before banking right to head in that direction. It occurred to Fleet that, once upon a time, Gilda would have been extremely self-conscious at not having a smoother, cooler answer. This would have flustered the griffon until she could hardly fly straight. Now, though it would have been an over exaggeration to say that the griffon no longer worried about what Fleetfoot thought of her, her anxieties had calmed to the point where she could make an occasional mistake without freaking out. It really pleased the pegasus.
The Strip was, as it should be, impossible to miss. Besides being the center of the city, and lined with the most fabulous buildings, it boasted wide, multi-layered roads. But that was not all. The engineers of Las Pegasus had somehow contrived to run rainbows underneath thick, sturdy panes of glass on the upper roads, so that the lights- ever constant, day and night, would shine through from both from below and above, diffusing the world in colored haze and brilliance.
It was, of course crowded with ponies of all kinds trotting along the roads, and the air traffic was pretty heavy, too. It wasn't easy to find a good place to land, but Fleet saw a few yards of open space near a fountain of liquid rainbow. She glided in and landed, then stepped a few paces to the side to give Gilda room to land.
Gilda leaped after her teacher happily and followed her down to the strip. While she usually wouldn't be happy being wing p-...griffon, she could make an exception for Fleetfoot. As they closed in Gilda's eyes sparkled with the lights of the rainbow. It was even cooler in the city than it was looking into it. She wondered what it looked like at night. Back in Cloudsdale the rainbows weren't really showcased in the middle of the city, heck, they might even get turned off. She honestly had no idea. But here, the rainbows would shine all night! Despite being exactly what white light was made of, the light given off was different. Around every shadow was a ring of color, made from whatever colors the shadow wasn't blocking. It made the lower street into a vibrant painting of it's own.
On the street itself there were already plenty of painters though. There were plenty of street preformers in general, jugglers, lame magic shows, cool acrobats, and even a few griffons doing and odd show that involved lots of fruit and slashes with their claws to make meals. Neat, but expensive for what was just, albeit awesomely, sliced fruit.
As they landed, Gilda poked a claw into the rainbow fountain "Hey Fleet? Ever taste this stuff? I hear it's suuuper spicy."'
Fleet turned from where she had been watching a very energetic pair of acrobatic ponies...at least, that's what she hoped they were doing!- To grin at Gilda. "Have you really not tasted liquid rainbow before?" she asked the griffon in friendly incredulity. "You've got more sense than most of the ponies raised in Cloudsdale, then! When I was a little filly, there wasn't a single a single foal who hadn't gulped a mouthful of rainbow on a dare."
Considering the rainbow-coated claw for a moment, the pegasai's smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "Of course, sense isn't eeeeeverything," she drawled. "So go on Gilda, have a taste... I dare you." Though her tone was teasing, it was in a friendly, you-can-still-back-down-if-you-want kind of way. Even so, Fleet rather hoped Gilda would 'Taste the Rainbow'... It wouldn't do her much harm!
This question. This was a question Gilda got a lot and a trait that had alienated her a little bit. Not like being a griffon had. She had been glad of this little difference between her and most of her classmates, though it had originated back when she wasn't quite as tough as she was now. Back when she was shy and a bit of a push over she had hung out with a bunch of young ponies in her class. It was during a trip to the weather factory that several of them decided it would be a fun venture to sneak off the trail a little bit (in a way that she was now sure the staff and teachers allowed) and taste some pure, liquid rainbow.
She had passed, chickening out after seeing the rest of the group rolling around, eyes watering. It didn't look fun. Not even a little bit. But here Fleet was daring her to have a taste in the middle of this gigantic crowd of people in one of the least inhibited cities in the world...Gilda was conflicted. Well...this wasn't a mouthful. It couldn't really be that bad now could it? Like, she was a full grown griffon now, not some little kid with undeveloped taste buds, she could handle it.
She put the claw in her mouth.
She immediately regretted it. This stuff was hot! Really hot. Her mouth was burning up, she felt like she could breath fire! Her eyes reddened and she panted. A few passerbys noticed and giggled, that didn't help. She should have looked for somewhere to get water first!
Oh, what Fleetfoot wouldn't have given for a camera just then! The look of realization on the Griffon's face as she turned seven different colors and began panting was just priceless! Though the Wonderbolt tried not to, she first smiled, then snickered, then finally gave into full on laughter. She was, however, kind enough to point out a soda machine to the griffon, even in the midst of her mirth.
"S-Sorry..." Fleet wheezed, struggling for control, "I know... its not funny to you. Heehee! But... But... If you could have seen your face...! Ahhhh..." Fleet sighed and wiped away a tear of laughter. She had it out of her system now. "It just brings to mind all the times I dared, and was dared, to do that. Good times. I guess you can call yourself a true Cloudsdale native, now!"
Gilda rushed to the Soda machine swiftly, half flying half leaping to it. She quickly threw in some bits and out popped a beverage. She didn't care which beverage, she just wanted something to get rid of that painful taste. One thing was for sure: She wouldn't be tasting rainbows a second time. Ever. "I have always been a Cloudsville native. This just proves I'm an idiot. That was a horrible idea." she said between large gulps of water. The pain in her mouth faded away...partially, it lingered, but wasn't mouth on fire, about to die, intense anymore. She would live.
"Now that I'm done acting like an idiot we can do the fun stuff right? Like...lets go find something to throw bits at, or be something to throw bits at or find something else that's really cool." she said, clearly wanting to move on past the experience. Her brain was still a bit friend by all the 'heat' though, so she was even less sure of how to move forward.
She looked at Fleet, realizing something. "So you're telling me that you were tricked into tasting this stuff when you were a kid?" she said, imagining it. She always imagined young Fleet as reserved like she is now. That made it surprising that she would be convinced to do something so ridiculous and careless...something she had just been convinced to do.
"More than once," Fleet replied with a laugh as they turned to walk down The Strip, "As a foal, I had two big problems. One was that I didn't get my cutie mark until I was nearly grown. You probably know what a cutie-mark means to ponies. I mean, not just what it mean-means, but how important it is to most foals. The other problem was that I wasn't good at anything. Or bad. I was remarkably... undistinguished. I felt I had something to prove. So I used to accept every dare that came my way. I had hoped I might get a reputation for being reckless, bold, and wild... instead, I got a reputation for being somepony other foals could dare to do stupid stuff."
Fleet streeetched and grinned at Gilda. "That changed in the short time I left Cloudsdale to live in Ponyville. It's surprising how a change of scene can change your personality, too. In Ponyville, I still didn't have my cutie mark, and I decided I didn't want ponies to look at me, ever. Like clouds gathering over a clear sky, the pegasai's tone darkened gradually. "Because I knew my parents were ashamed of me and didn't want their friends to know I was theirs. I was an embarrassment, a teen without a cutie mark."
Laughing brightly suddenly, Fleet dismissed the whole story. "And now, here I am, a Wonderbolt. As you'll be, one day. I'm one of the fastest and, if you'll excuse my lack of modesty, most famous pegasai in Equestria. And ponies still don't see me, but now it's because I don't want them to. I enjoy my privacy. Present company excluded, of course. Now, lets get something to eat before some choir starts singing hymns, after the sermon I just gave you. My treat!"
More than once? How could someone do that MORE than ONCE? Fleet had a touching story...but still. That had hurt! A lot! Gilda did know about cutiemarks...quite a bite actually, like how griffons don't get one. She had received a lot of teasing back in her early school days. But knowing that you can't get one and knowing you can and just haven't were probably pretty different experiences to go through....plus she only started doing dares once she had shown everyone her talons were for more than just grabbing clouds.
Fleet didn't need to know the details of her childhood though...probably shouldn't know.
Gilda spent a moment basking in the thought of herself being a Wonderbolt and appreciating how much confidence her mentor had in her right before realizing that the place she liked the least in all of Equestria had been mentioned. "Wait a second...you lived in Ponyville?" Eloquent as always Gilda failed at even attempting to attempt hiding her contempt with the village. "And you liked it?...hmph, my stay there sucked....but whatever, you're right, I could totally go for some food. What do you feel like? I don't think we'll have to rely on a vending machine to get lunch or dinner while we're here, so that's a plus" she said, remembering her stay at the academy after Fleet almost made herself into a pancake. Good times.
"I liked Ponyville well enough." Fleet replied casually, not bothered by Gilda's obvious disdain for the place. "It got me away from my parents. There are a lot of places there that you can go when you just don't want to be around anyone. The grazing is good, and so, I would imagine, is the hunting. But best of all is the way the ponies don't expect anything of you except that you do your job, quietly and effectively, and don't start trouble." If Fleet knew anything about Gilda's stay in Ponyville, she wasn't letting on.
"I could totally go for some food. What do you feel like? I don't think we'll have to rely on a vending machine to get lunch or dinner while we're here, so that's a plus"
Fleet put on an expression of mock-indignation. "Are you complaining about my cooking?" she demanded, "I'll have you know, those academy vending machines are stocked with only the finest quality, high-sodium, low nutrient noodles available to ponykind!" But even Fleet couldn't keep a straight face, and she laughed. "Well, we're likely to have different tastes, but lets see if we can find a place with meat or fish on the menu, for you. If there's one in Canterlot, there's gotta be a couple here, right?"
She...supposed that she would have to revisit Ponyville, someday, probably, maybe. She would think about it at least. She new a certain friend of her had been trying to drag her into the city for quite a while. She had little faith in the city, but still. It as worth a try, even if it was just to be able to whine to Dash without her saying 'well come and see if that's still true' Not to mention a possible hunting grounds was something Gilda liked to be on the watch for. There were probably some large animals around Everfree Forest.
"The noodles were good, but I end up eating similar stuff pretty often, it's nice to mix it up." she thought for a moment "I'm thinking something with...olives. Oh, and I don't need to eat meat every meal Fleet." she said, ignoring the fact that she probably should. Despite having a body that was undeniably carnivorous, Gilda had grown up around ponies. She ate a lot of pony food. She got enough, probably just enough, meat to keep her at an athletic level. Her parents ate a lot more meat than her because they hand't gotten used to the same foods Gilda had. She regularly ate all sorts of vegetables and fruits, even if meat was her favorite. "Not having chicken won't be the end of the world. Lets just find somewhere that smells good."
Fleet smiled to herself, but said nothing. It was true that Gilda didn't need to eat meat at every meal, and Fleet was of the opinion she probably shouldn't-not if she wanted to become much faster- but the pegasus wasn't really an expert on griffin physiology. All the same, she wasn't sure Gilda would say something if she wanted it. Thus, she consistently made the offer.
"Olives, huh?" the Wonderbolt remarked, thoughtfully. She smiled and put her nose to the air, as if trying to find a delicious scent to follow. Almost at once, a series of popping explosions from some showpony's fireworks and a pink cloud of smoke billowed across their path, causing Fleet to cover her nose and try to laugh and cough at the same time. "So much for that..." the pony said, ruefully. "Does eating on the Strip interest you? There's a group of street vendors over there... Or we could have a real, sit-down kind of meal in one of the fancier hotels. I don't think it'll be a problem to get in anywhere..."
Gilda couldn't help but giggle as the pony's attempts at sniffing out a meal were foiled.. By her face it was a pretty nasty whiff too. "I'll keep in mind that 'graceful' isn't one of Skye's traits." she said smartly, tail waving behind her confidently. "And totally the strip, we can eat fancy anywhere, lets find something weird." she said, bouncing forward with one strong leap, right over some poor, and now surprised, pony.
She kept on like nothing happened "Unless you really want something fancy to eat since uh, well." she paused, swishing her tail through the air "Your magnificent cooking skills are in a limited area of nutrition....mainly lots of sodium." the meal Fleet had provided back at the academy-...well, the first meal had been a little underwhelming, but the second had been impressive! Still, only the first had been made by Fleetfoot...so her courier abilities were currently more impressive than her cooking abilities.
"We always could save the fancy food for dinner." she suggested, lifting onto her back paws to get a better look around while using her wings to keep balance.
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