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no_vampires_plz) wrote2012-04-07 10:25 am
no_vampires_plz) wrote2012-04-07 10:25 am
Hurricane Fluttershy, part 3
There are exactly two non-pegasi at the racetrack this morning. One is a unicorn. One is a dragon. Both are testing out a propeller-like device they've just staked to the turf next to the track proper.
A pair of younger mares, Cloudchaser and her sister Flitterheart, trot over to watch Twilight and Spike work. "What exactly does this machine do?" asks Cloudchaser.
"This," says Twilight, "is an anemometer. It measures your accelerative velocity and translates it into wingpower, thus gauging your cumulative H2O antigravitational potential." She beams. "Any other questions?"
The two pegasi exchange a puzzled look.
"...yeah." Flitterheart turns to Spike. "What exactly does this machine do?"
Spike rolls his eyes. "It tells you how fast you're flying and how strong your wings are," he explains patiently.
A murmur of understanding ripples through the crowd. Twilight pouts. That's what she just said, don't these ponies know anything?
She hears a loud cough from the far end of the field. "Is that you again, Thunderlane?" calls Twilight, levitating a bottle of antiseptic spray over to the pegasus stallion's vicinity. "Please, we need to have a germ-free environment!"
"It wasn't me!" Thunderlane protests. "It was Blossomforth!"
A pair of younger mares, Cloudchaser and her sister Flitterheart, trot over to watch Twilight and Spike work. "What exactly does this machine do?" asks Cloudchaser.
"This," says Twilight, "is an anemometer. It measures your accelerative velocity and translates it into wingpower, thus gauging your cumulative H2O antigravitational potential." She beams. "Any other questions?"
The two pegasi exchange a puzzled look.
"...yeah." Flitterheart turns to Spike. "What exactly does this machine do?"
Spike rolls his eyes. "It tells you how fast you're flying and how strong your wings are," he explains patiently.
A murmur of understanding ripples through the crowd. Twilight pouts. That's what she just said, don't these ponies know anything?
She hears a loud cough from the far end of the field. "Is that you again, Thunderlane?" calls Twilight, levitating a bottle of antiseptic spray over to the pegasus stallion's vicinity. "Please, we need to have a germ-free environment!"
"It wasn't me!" Thunderlane protests. "It was Blossomforth!"