The what now? And no it’s not, it’s clearly /real/. God, useless. *She grunts at Jetflight Neon once again, hobbling forward slightly.* But you’re gonna get me spotted at this rate.

Whatcha gonna do, report me? You’d have to catch me first, slowpoke. But nah, don’t know what this place is. Nor do I care. Not like I’m sticking around long. *She meanders past Jetflight Neon, using her overly large wings for balance.*

Uhuh and I’m the queen. Look, move. I’m not in the mood to entertain a couple of half brained wannabe jocks. *She steps forth, nose to nose with Jetflight Neon, brow raised in anticipation.* You both know nothing of who I am or where I’m from.

What do you want, a medal? Trying to impress me? Boring. Check yourself before you wreck yourself, Mary Sue. *She walks around Jetflight Neon, flicking her tail in his general direction.*

Okay? Cool? Awesome? *She pauses, merely raising a brow at Jetflight Neon.* The heck’s that supposed to mean?

Ha! So you can see more of me? Psh. I’m not exactly one for order, nor do I care about being the “best”. It’s kinda lame. *She laughs, gesturing from Jetflight Neon to the mountains of cadets trying to prove their worth.*

I told you, I’m /looking/ for someone. God, thought ponies had good hearing. *She scoffs at Jetflight Neon all before yawning.* And no, I have no idea who that is.

I can’t trust you? Ha! The, let me guess, little orphan who ran away from home and magically has some unexplained power that makes them different yet no one really cares so they have to prove themself all the time? Sound ‘bout right, Jetflight Neon? *Snort.*

Oh please, I can smell it on you like a cat in heat. Wouldn’t be the first, fifth or even eighth time I’ve heard that same story.~ *She pats Jetflight Neon’s head, doing her best to balance on her remaining two legs.*

Pipe down, short stack or you’ll blow a fuse. And I’m not picking up the sticky mess after ye. *She eyes Jetflight Neon and then his partner.* Like I’ve said before, non of her business. Don’t forget you two came to harass /me/, not the other way round.~

That’s the thing, I didn’t /ask/ for your help, did I? So those pathetic little threats mean nothing to me. Besides, do you not see this badge? Vi/si/tor. Means I’m /visiting/. *She continues hobbling on from Jetflight Neon and their angsty partner.*

Ha! Funny considering we’re literally the same age but keep dreaming! Maybe someday you’ll wake up.~ *She winks at both Jetflight Neon and their partner before rocketing into the air, leaving them both in the dust.*

*She completes a series of loops and barrel rolls on her flyover, other cadets having to dodge her as she circles the compound.*

*In one swift motion she banks, narrowly avoiding another pony and swan diving towards the campus floor. This would be fine, if she weren’t coming in upside down.*

*Her speed increases as she nears the ground, her eyes closing and wings ceasing their flapping.*

*Her speed continues to increase as she nears the ground until finally, the flicks her wings, narrowly missing the grass and proceeding to fly upside down, whizzing past a group of cadets, eyes still firmly shut.*

*She dodges yet more cadets, barrel rolling between a talking couple and shooting back up into the air, finally opening her eyes once again to look around.*

*Totally made it to the Gala, but she isn’t wearing a dress cause that’s stupid.*

*Eyeroll.*

*She suddenly feels very, VERY sick.*