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Airshipping Is MagicThe morning air was crisp and cool with barely a breeze blowing. The sky was crystal blue, and the rays of the sun played lazily across the green countryside. It was the perfect day, thought Twilight Blimple, for a flight.
The little purple sparkly blimp slowly rose into the air, enjoying the wind as it played across her surface. Her propellers spun into life as she turned in a westerly direction, the fluted spire that jutted out from her control deck pointing the way.
Twilight wasn't a big blimp. Her gasbag was large but stubby, her fins small and protruding, and her purple gondola cabin was slung almost apologetically underneath. Growing up as a little balloon in the big city she had always been jealous of the other airships, who always seemed to be more graceful than she. But soon study had paid off.
Today, she was on an important mission. Today she had to ferry vital medical aid across Airquestria. A hailstorm had hit the town of Hull, and puncture repair kits were urgently needed.
Pursuit of Happiness(Pony Permutation Project: Episode 7)
Oh my gosh, that was AWESOME! At least from where I was sitting.
What about you, though? Were you surprised? Were you, were you, huh? Huh?
What do you MEAN, no? Hmmm... I guess I just wasn't surprise-y ENOUGH! Hang on, I'll do it again.
Ooooh, there! Much better!
Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie, and my job in Ponyville is to spread joy and laughter to aaaaaaanypony I meet! If they're not smiling, then it means I need to work even harder! Leave no frown left upside down!
Um... I mean, NOT upside down. I think.
And you? You're a book I just received from a friend. Aaaaaand you're being written in by a pen I just had lying around the place. In other words, you're special, but the pen... uh, not so much?
Either way, prepare to be filled with loads of fun adventures sinc
STORY: Twilight Sky Over Canterlot
Twilight Sky Over Canterlot
I woke up with my muzzle pressed tight against the rough cast of a blue plastered wall, and for a moment, I was sure I was still dreaming.
Nopony. Just the blue wall and me.
Yes, I remembered, that's right, I'm not dreaming, as my eyes adjusted and the features of my old dorm room at Canterlot U slowly slid back into place. I'm not dreaming, I'm back here again. I shuffled around in the bed. I'd kicked the sheets off in the night and they lay in a heap on the floor right where Spike's little basket used to sit. He used to hate when I'd do that! Hehe.
My attention shifted to the very foot of the bed, where I contemplated the unfamiliar sight of my old window. I gently moved some books off the sill and unlatched the window with my mouth.