“Mush! Mush!”
“Will you cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild fogo and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much mais 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 as cores – there was an laranja one, and a rosa, -de-rosa one, and a gray one, and… a arco iris, arco-íris one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild fogo commented, waving to her captain....
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