Gilda loved the Cloudosseum. It was a key component of her cublethood. With her brother and her father she had been in the giant cylinder shape of the Cloudossuem too many times to count, watching races and stormball and flying shows galore. Her heroes jad filled the skies of this place and to her it had earned it's place as the pride and joy of Cloudsdale. ignoring the world class weather factory and the fact that Cloudsdale is a floating moving city No where else in all of Equestria held as many good memories for Gilda as this place. No where...except maybe Junior Speedsters Camp...but that was far from the Cloudossuem.
Why did that matter? Because at that very moment she was standing in the middle of the Cloudossuem! There was some weird hoop a little off center but she didn't pay it much attention. She was too busy being amazed by the scale of the place from the inside. She could imagine the cheering crowds and confetti filled skies.
"And in come the Wonderbolts with their new leader, Gildaaaa!" she said, imitating the voice of an announcer before making a cheering sound. She spun in place before her eyes locked on the hoop. "I wonder what you're here for...." she leaped through it once, quickly, keeping her wings tucked as she went through, "Either someone is getting fired or theres something special about you..." she said, curious about it's origin.
As Gilda contemplated the hoop and hopped through, a streak of red and blue zipped past, spinning through the hoop, barely touching it with the edges of its wings, barely touching it enough to make any sound at all. As the streak cleared the hoop, they pulled back and flared their wings outward, hovering for a few moments before spinning again and landing on the cloud next to the hoop and taking a quick breath. "Alright... I think I'm rea......." The goggled figure locked onto Gilda for a few moments.
Spitfire smiled, pulling her goggles upward and looking at Gilda with her unshielded eyes. "I can only assume, if you're here in the Cloudosseum while it's closed, you've got an invite. Which can only mean you're in tight with one of the bolts... You wouldn't happen to be Gilda, would you?" Spitfire asked, grabbing a towel from next to the ring and dabbing off a bit of sweat from her face before reaching out a hoof. "I'm Spitfire." She said with a greeting nod.
Last Edit: May 17, 2015 19:28:19 GMT -6 by Spitfire
Gilda froze at the sight of the landing figure. Yellow, Orange, Red, Mare. Crap. Gilda briefly wondered whether or not she could fly through Cloudossuem clouds. Of course she couldn't. The Cloudossuem was known for its impossibly robust clouds. It was 90% original cloud made back when Equestria was in the process of being founded. It's only changes were cosmetic updates. In other words: there was no sneaking out unseen.
With that option gone Gilda just stood incredibly still, flabbergasted at the impossibility of meeting the leader of the Wonderbolts already. What was she supposed to do? She had only seen Spitfire while in crowds watching Wonderbolt shows. This was like meeting Fleetfoot all over again...except without the twisted hoof and scrapes all over the mare.
On top of everything else Spitfire knew her name! HOW? Gilda visibly stiffened as her name was said, suddenly remembering what recruits did when Spitfire was around. She stood at attention suddenly, puffing her chest out. "Y-yes Ma'am Gilda at your service!" she said stiffly. "I, uh, d-didn't mean to intrude on your training Ma'am!" her voice trembled with uncertainty as she face her second meeting with a wonderbolt.
Spitfire looked at the suddenly tense Griffon. The standing at attention, the puffing of the chest, and using "Ma'am" to address Spitfire. The Pegasus blinked a few times in confusion. This was the most dramatic response she'd gotten from saying hello to someone nonchalantly in a loooooooong time. She pulled the headpiece from the flightsuit back, letting it hang around her neck, and shook out her mane. "Hey, no need for the military standard. It was just a nice, chill hello." Spitfire said with a wink, opening a small cooler next to the hoop and offering Gilda a Something Flavored Sports Drink.
"It's cool, really. If I didn't want anyone intruding on my training I'd be flying at the Academy. Here, the Bolts and a few select others can walk in and see my practice... Just testing out a new... old..." She paused for a minute, trying to think of the exact words to describe the trick. "An trick I accidentally pulled off as a Filly that I haven't been able to replicate... Mom didn't want me playing with fire, so I lost the trick..." She said with a chuckle, looking at the ring again. "How was that spin? Did it look good from this end?"
Gilda relaxed...slightly. She was still really stunned at the situation and wasn't really sure what to make of it...but Spitfire seemed pretty calm despite a few recruit stories she had heard. Maybe they had been made up. She took her drink, though her eyes remained, mainly, locked on Spitfire with only an occasional blink. This was the head flier of the Wonderbolts...SWEET!
As she listened to Spitfire she couldn't help but remember a similar situation that happened to a close friend. "You sound like my friend. She had the same problem until, like, a year ago." Gilda said, taking a sip of her drink, " except it wasn't from lack of practice. She just couldn't figure it out again."
"and uh, I didn't catch the best view of the spin...but I think it was alright."
"Like I said..." Spitfire paused, her posture straightening a bit and her voice changing to the Canterlot-Standard accent. "Mother found it to be a dreadful idea that I play with fire, so I have lost the ability to do my trick." She shook her head with a chuckle. "But, of course, I've got a bet with Wave Chill to do it by the end of the day. So..." She flapped her wings hard to lift into the air a bit, about to start the practice run again. "Keep those Eagle Eyes open, I could use an outside view to make sure it looks cool, alright?" She said with a grin as she took off into the air.
She took a deep breath and arced back, flipping her body over into a dive. Straight down for quite some time before she pulled up slightly, aiming right for the ring at a rather high speed. As she neared the ring, her wings folded in almost all the way, just barely brushing the edges of the ring as she started a corkscrew, causing a light ringing sound. The corkscrew continued as Spitfire arced back up, losing all of the momentum until she flared her wings as wide as she can in a flashy display.
She allowed her wings to stay open to slowly hover back to the cloud, running a hoof through her mane, looking almost /nervous/ in front of the griffon. "So, Gilda. What'd you think?"
It was obviously a fake accent, but...it was a pretty good fake accent. Of course, a parent probably didn't need to be from Canterlot to tell their kid not to play with fire even if that kid could jump into a cloud to put it out. Even as an adult a trick like this sounded pretty dangerous for the wing tips and therefor to the nose. Burnt feathers smelled absolutely horrible!!! Of course out of everything, the most important detail was that she was about to see the leader of the Bolts in action!
She locked her eyes on Spitfire, making sure to give the mare her undivided attention. She was sure this trick was probably going to be pretty much perfect but if Spitfire wanted her opinion, Spitfire was going to get a complete and honest opinion.
The flying itself was impeccable, she threaded the ring perfectly and her corkscrew was nice and steady, not to mention the timing of her wing flare being RIGHT before she started dropping. 'Guess that's why shes a Wonderbolt.' Gilda thought. She sat, humbled by display. "That was awesome!" she replied to Sptfire. "So...I'm guessing the ring is on fire when you actually do the trick? Oh, and the ringing sound from your wings hitting the ring was louder this time"
Spitfire chuckled and nodded. "Yeah. It'll be on fire, and my wingtips will catch the flame, so I'll actually have fire trailing behind them. And when I flare out, the wings will move fast enough to kick away the fire into a Spark effect. Much like a Phoenix flaring its wings to cause a bright light." Spitfire said with a nod, looking at the ring and patting it twice. "I accidentally bumped a flaming ring when I was still in Flight Camp, and when I spun to flare it out, it pretty much outlined me in sparks. And that's when I got the Cutie Mark." She explained.
She shifted slightly, and messed with the ring a little bit as she explained the ringing. "The sound is a given. If I touch the ring at the right speed and force, it causes it to vibrate, which in turn causes sound. Kinda like a striking arm on a piano hitting a string." She said, igniting the ring and stretching her wings. She took a deep breath and shook her mane about on the top of her head, loosening herself up. "Alright... A few flybys to prepare myself... Have you ever flown through rings? I mean, you're a bit bigger than a pony, but If you're anything like an eagle, you may be able to make yourself narrower to fit /through/ a ring." Spitfire asked curiously.
She gave Gilda a quick signal to follow as she put more rings into the area, spacing them at varying amounts, and putting a fwe higher than the rest to make them a bit harder. "Lets see how many you can get through. Just be careful if you try the ring of fire... I shouldn't let you even attempt it, but I hear good things from Fleet... BUT there is an extinguisher right next to it... Just in case." She said with a wink before taking off through the rings, floating along lazily until Gilda follows, at which point she'll pick up the pace.
Well, that was one way to get your cutiemark she supposed. Even if Spitfire, or her parents, were from Canterlot she definitely didn't fit the stereotype's mold very well. And though Gilda didn't, couldn't, wouldn't get a cutiemark she did know it was pretty much the most important moment in a pony's life. Apparently important enough to overcome the panic of almost setting yourself on fire, by the sound of it at least.
Hopefully she wouldn't have to worry about fire in the first place this time around...Gilda on the other hand, she was at a bit of a risk. She didn't do this kind of precision flying much. Her flying was always very naturalistic...but the hoops were pony sized in the first place....then again. "Can't be any harder than flying through the forest." she said confidently. Her flights through the forest while hunting were always high speed chases. If she could make it through the bramble patches without a scratch on her she HAD to be able to get through some silly hoops.
She flew up to Spitfire and followed her, dodging through the hoops and pushing down the nervous feeling in her gut. She was flying with another Wonderbolt. The leader this time, and though she wasn't as perfect as Fleetfoot, she was still pretty cool. As the pace picked up Gilda's wing folded closer to her, it was very hard to avoid using her talons and hind legs to help her through like she usually would when hunting, but she doubted that Spitfire would be touching the rings's edges if she was practicing to go through one that was on fire....speaking of that hoop, it was coming up. She looked to Spitfire to see what would happen
Spitfire glanced over and smiled at Gilda, impressed by the griffons ability to move through the wings so well. It was interesting to see a Griffon flying up close. However... Now was the moment of truth. The fiery ring was coming up. Spitfire flapped her wings harder, pushing her speed just a little more as she pulled back and ascended.
She kept pulling back, looping herself in a full backflip, her eyes locking on the ring as she did so. Diving toward the fire, her mind empty beyond the knowledge of how to do the trick, she spun quickly, her wings opening slightly and brushing the fiery ring.
As she exited the other half of the ring, her wings had a trail of fire behind them. Spitfire wasn't ignorant to the heat building around her, knowing that the fire would start to burn soon. She pulled up, spun, and flared her wings out. The sparks of flame moved outward in a silhouette of her wings as she hovered for a few seconds from the momentum. The look on her face was stoic, unemotive.
That is, until she started to descend. She let out a loud shout of victory as she floated down onto the cloud, laughing happily to herself as she pulled her goggles up and looked to her wings. A slight blackening to the wingtips from the heat, but all in all the feathers were still in good flying condition. "DID YOU SEE THAT!? I DID IT! I ACTUALLY DID IT! Chill definitely owes me dinner!"
Last Edit: Jun 18, 2015 13:24:34 GMT -6 by Spitfire
Gilda could handle the backflip. She loved power maneuvers like that. Her large wings made high speed turns easier and harder at the same time. Easier because she had plenty of drag whenever she wanted it just by slightly turning a wing. Harder because a lot of drag meant a lot of muscle to try and keep the wing in position. It meant that she didn't need to flap even once during the ascending part of the backflip as she followed Spitfire all her forward momentum was transformed into upward motion as she turned the trailing edges of her wings down, the air audibly whistling through the gaps of at tips of her feathers.
Now, the way down was simple, just a few upside down flaps for some speed to continue the arc...but the ring of fire. Gilda didn't have much experience with fire. It wasn't exactly a common thing in Cloudsdale. Lightning was the main heating and cooking agent in the city and the only ones with wood fire places were the ridiculously rich ponies who would pay for cloud buoyancy spells to be applied to each and every wooden block they wanted. The only time Gilda had seen fire was when her grandpa had visited and showed her how to make griffon scones. He had insisted on flying down to the ground and using wood fire as he complained about lightning having no taste, whatever that meant.
She watched Spitfire go soaring through the hoop and into her trick but didn't think she could pull the trick off on the first try. After all, she didn't know what to do next and didn't want her wings singed with nothing to do next. Upon getting to the hoop she simply tucked in her wings all the way and landed on the other side of the ring. Ta Da.
It wasn't quite as flamboyant, but Gilda REALLY hated the smell of burnt feathers. "That was...pretty awesome. Seems like it should be worth more than dinner though...are you gonna do it at shows now?" she thought of how cool it would be to see it preformed when there were throngs of ponies cheering her on.
Wait...she had just really practiced with Spitfire! She had seen the rebirth of a trick that hadn't been preformed since childhood!..."awesome" she said under her breath.
Spitfire was literally still hopping a bit from the adrenaline rush from successfully completing the trick. She looked at Gilda with a grin wider than the griffon had probably ever seen on a Wonderbolt before. "Yeah, I'll start performing it at shows as soon as I get it down more. Doing a trick once is just the beginning. You have to practice so you can do it reliably." She said with a smile. "Like I'm sure you've had to go through repetition to get something down pat... Right?"
Spitfire smirked at Gilda. "You'd think that, but I'm fireproof... to a point." Spitfire said. She looked to the Griffon with a serious expression. "Yes, Fire is dangerous, but I have a flame-retardant suit, and I'm a little less prone to burning than most. I can still be injured by it if I'm in it for too long, but..." Spitfire opened her wings, the tips barely any darker in color, likely from the smoke that comes with the fire. "A quick through-and-through like I just did, I'm fine." She said with a wink.
Gilda's practice was....limited. She didn't have much of a professional outlet for her talents, which left her tricks to be a bit messy, not up to the absolutely pristine and consistent ways of the Wonderbolts. She did things a little bit differently almost every time she preformed a trick, a little bit of different timing here, maybe a bit more of a wing flourish there....there was one thing though, her dives. Those were perfect. She could cut it close enough to feel fresh cut grass on the tips of her talons.
"Psh, of course." she said with a tone that said 'what else would I do with my time' despite her only having such extensive practice because it was needed for a large percent of her meals. When she was young she had spent quite a bit of time in the doctors office treating crash injuries due to her dives. It was good incentive to get better. "...Fire retardant...nice, guess it was a good thing I didn't go for the fire ring trick then. I like my feathers NOT smelling horrible."
She looked at her own feathers. A few of them were browned from even getting close to the fire....this was one trick Gilda would just accept was out of her reach...not to mention beyond her nasal threshold. She brushed her wings quickly before saying "So uh, fire retardant suit...is that for fighting dragons?" she said. "and you...seem a lot nicer than the stories told about Wonderbolt training would imply...no offense. I'm actually really relieved."
Spitfire nodded. "Most flying creatures like not having burnt wings. Probably a good thing to like." She said with a chuckle, unzipping her suit just a little bit to let the air blow across more of her fur. "Problem with these suits... they keep the heat REALLY WELL. While that's good for high-altitude flying, it sucks when your body heat starts to build from working out." She mused, shifting a bit.
"Dragons? I saw a dragon once. Pretty small one... But yeah, these are the suits that the 'Bolts that work with the Dragon Watch wear. I just had it modified for my teams design." She explained, holding up a hoof and showing the material. "You know Fleet, you've probably seen the normal uniforms. This one won't actually Catch Fire. BUT, if I hold it in a fire, it'll still heat up and cook me pretty well, and with enough time in direct contact with fire, it'll start to melt. Not a pretty sight. So, quick passes through fire are alright."
Melting...that sounded nasty. Really nasty. She knew ponies fought dragons in those suits and while the suit melting would probably be the worst of her worries if there was fire everywhere...it still was an image gruesome enough to make GILDA shiver slightly. She decided a change of subject was in order, quickly. "So, uh, how was my flying?"
She spread her wings proudly and took and even more upright than usual stance, showing off her physique. She had trained hard for it! "I'm shooting for your job you know?" she said with a chuckle, "So you really should watch out, won't be too long now that I've got Fleetfoot training me." he voice was friendly, but still had the undertone of a challenge. She really did want to hop straight into Spitfire's position. If she was gonna be the first griffon Wonderbolt, she was gonna do it big!
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