Ancre

Hi Mojo and MLPTales ! This application is almost finished ; I am not happy about the story, and I am trying to correct it, because my character isn't exactly what I want to play. This is taking longer than it should because of work ; but I am in vacations at the end of the week and this application will be done by then ! (It is nearly over after all.) Thank you for the comment Mojo ! It is true that she have similarities with Rapunzel, I haven't thought of that before. I love that movie ! And yes, Moondrop knows nothing about the world, that's part of what makes her fun !

I ... walk. I mean, I hike during the vacations ; I walk for an entire day and climb mountains. But that probably doesn't count. Other than that, I really like dancing and fighting. They're also the sports I enjoy watching the most. I don't have the energy to do sport right now, but I will start after the vacations.

Still a little bit confused, Whirlwind watched Mojo and Jubilee discuss and bicker playfully like the old friends they probably were. The white pegasus looked like she wanted to start a conversation with her, but the hippie pony wouldn't let her. Whirlwind raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but eventually decided to just watch and wait for everypony to calm down a bit, if that was ever to happen. Finally Starflower decided to take care of the last things that needed to be sorted out. She asked Mojo to provide a shelter and a bed for Whirlwind, and Jubilee to tell her parents what happened. They both agreed without a second thought, and the white pegasus looked at the pink one for directions while the earth stallion was running to his wagon. « Well, they own a general store in Cloudsdale, that's named "Cloudsdale's General Store", and yes, I know » Whirlwind started, rolling her eyes at her parents' absolute lack of imagination, « You'll probably meet my dad, since he's the one really taking care of the shop, my mom's always taking care of the deliveries, he's blue, he always look serious and he probably have a pencil tucked over his ear, oh and his name is Winter Wind and I guess that's it ? » she concluded with a smile. « Oh, on second thought, » she added hastily, « tell them I'm ok, don't tell them I'm stuck and that I needed a doctor and everything, just tell them that I'm fine, and that I'm staying with a friend tonight, and that I'll be home tomorrow. I mean, if that's okay with you. I just, I mean, they already went through so much with my accident, I just don't wanna scare them anymore, I don't want them to be worried about me, so ... » the little pony bit her lips, letting her sentence go unfinished. « But anyways, whatever you do will make me happy, I don't want them to worry and wonder what happened to me like last time, so ... thank you. This mean a lot to me, and I won't forget. Thank you. » Whirlwind finally finished with a sigh. She was feeling so much better now ; it felt like a great burden was taken off her shoulders. She was just starting to realise how much she was worried about it. « And thank you Starflower, » she added, with a bright smile on her face, « I'll have to thank Mojo too. Everypony have been so kind to me today ! I don't know what I would've done without you all. » Everything was finally starting to get better ! And on that note, she finished the tea Mojo gave her earlier. It was a bit cold, but it was much more enjoyable now that she wasn't anxious. Perhaps she'll be able to have some more.

Welcome back among the living I guess ? Please don't eat anypony's brain.

Hello and welcome aboard Armed Sargent !

Hello and welcome to the Canterlot forums !

Whirldwind was still uneasy, but Mojo's gentle behavior was finally helping her relax a little. He seemed really happy to help her, however foalish she was. He chatted with her happily now, dismissing her concerns about eating his reserves, talking about a friend of his that flew through his barn, listing the goods he intended to sell on his trip. The names of his goods were all very intriguing, to say the least. Lava lamps ? Mood bracelets ? The little filly, who never thought about much else than flying, had only a vague idea of what all that meant - but it seemed much more interesting than the stuff her parent's store sold ! She would have gladly asked to see ... ... but at that precise moment somepony came. The newcomer perfectly landed on the grass, and was happily greeted by the brown stallion. It was Jubilee ! The very friend Mojo was talking about, as Whirlwind discovered while he introduced the two fillies to each other. Jubilee came here, alerted by the distress flare, and the hippie pony was now hurriedly asking her to seek a doctor - and then the pegasus filly nodded and left again, just like that. Everything happened so fast, and Whirlwind barely had the time to open her mouth and say hi. She watched the white pegasus fly away with a slight feeling of frustration. She could understand how they were concerned about her, but ... well, the one thing Whirlwind was really worried about was her parents, and she wished Jubilee would have flown home to reassure them instead. But then again they weren't wrong to worry about her health first, and she had no right to complain about the help they gave her anyways. Lost in her thoughts, the little filly was frowning again in worry. Sitting next to her, Mojo was trying to be reassuring, as he always did. Looking at him, she tried to smile ; she didn't wanted to be a bother, or at least not any more than she already was ... but really now there was nothing to do but wait for help. But night as going to fall, and she should have been home by now, and she couldn't help but worry. Then, a flash. Whirlwind lift her head up, staring at an older mare, who looked wobbly. Mojo jumped up to help her ; but she recovered quickly from her transportation spell and was fine enough to trot on her own ... toward the little pegasus. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. My name is Starflower and I'm here to help." she introduced herself, kneeling nex to her patient. "How are you feeling now?" "Hello, uh ..." the pink pony started awkwardly. "I ... I feel fine, well, I am very tired, but I feel fine, it's just that I can't fly, it's like I worked my wings too much, and now they can't carry me all the way home to Clousdale, you see." "And tell me, what have you done to work your wings so much ? " She was turning around her now, gently examining the pegasus' wings. "Well, er, you probably saw it, but, er, I don't have a left leg anymore, and my arm was broken, and I just got out of the casts, and I wanted to see if I could stand up, because the doctors said I'll never walk again, but you see, I wished I could at least stand up ... so I tried ... again and again ... all day long ... " Whirlwind's voice died in her throat. "I'm sorry ..." she added in a tiny whisper. "Hush now, there's nothing to worry about, my dear." Starflower tried to comfort the little pony. "Now, does it hurt when I press here ? " "No, that's ok." the filly replied. The nurse continued her check-up, asking a few other similar questions, gently reassuring the pegasus, until she finally concluded : "Well, there was more fear than harm. But you need to rest, you just recovered from a major accident, and your body still need to recuperate. Don't use your wings until tomorrow, and don't push yourself too much, and you should be fine, my dear." "Ok ..." Whirlwind answered with an embarassed smile. "But I can't move without my wings and I have to tell my parents that I'm fine and I can't just stay here in the grass, it's going to rain tonight ... " (ooc : Mojo let me play Starflower for this post.)

Happy birthday Pony_Sage !

Name: Moondrop. Sex: Female. Age: Young Mare. Species: Unicorn. Pelt colour: White. Mane/Tail/Markings colour & Style: White. Eye colour: White ; she have a very poor eyesight and need glasses to see. Cutie Mark: Two gear wheels. Her cutie mark is a very light shade of grey, close to her pelt's colour. Physique: She's a frail-looking little pony. Origin: Canterlot. Roleplay Type: Mane RP. Occupation: Toymaker. Motivation: Moondrop wishes to go outside, to travel the world, to make some friends and to see Luna if she can, one day. Likes: Shows and Stories, travelling, discovering new things, glasses and clothes. Dislikes: Loud noises, large crowds, and being unable to go outside during the day. Character Summary: Moondrop have always been living a sheltered life. She was born an albinos unicorn, her pelt, her mane and her eyes a cold and dull white. Her parents named her Moondrop because of this. She liked that name, it made her feel special, as if she was a little fragment of Luna's masterpiece that dripped on the planet, forever bound to the night, instead of just a frail, nearly blind, sick-looking pony who could never see the sun nor the light of day because of her condition. Concerned about the health of the little pony they adored, her parents protected her as much as they could. She lived all her life locked in her home, rarely going outside, and having to wear layers upon layers of protective clothing whenever she did. She never went to school, she had private classes at home ; she never had any friends, she never was invited to any parties ; and even if she had her family, her cousins, and the doctors to talk to, she often felt lonely as a little foal. The world outside was forbidden to her, but she was free to dream any world her imagination could create. Little Moondrop had her toys, her wooden painted ponies, her plushies, and with them she made wonderful stories, where courageous ponies went on perilous journeys, saved the world, and had tea with princess Luna and princess Celestia at the end. She had her books, and she could read for hours on end. And she had the night sky to watch during the night, through her bedroom’s window, when her parents thought she was asleep. And she had an entire house to explore as well. Every day had its share of experiences and discoveries. Moondrop would go treasure-hunting in the attic, or she would try to help her mum cook the dinner, or she would learn to sew clothes, there was always something to do for an imaginative little pony. And Moondrop was imaginative, and very curious as well ; she was always eager to try something new. She liked to learn, she wanted to know how everything worked, and she was never scared to experiment. She gained her cutie mark that way – one day, as she was once more left alone in the house, little Moondrop set her eyes on the great, old grandfather clock in the living room with an eager smile. It was a big piece of furniture, decorated with sculpted and polished wood, protecting a massive clock with simple iron arrows under a thick glass window ; and from the insides of the machine came a mighty bell-like ring that indicated the passing of time. But what Moondrop was most interested in was the machinery inside. It amazed her that ponies invented a device to measure time, and the wonders of its conception amazed her even more. She wanted to know how they did it, she wanted to know how it worked. So that day, the little filly opened the clock and started to dismantle it. The mechanism was fairly complex, involving dented wheels, levers, weights, and all sorts of things their name she didn't even knew, all set up in a carefully planned organization. But very soon the white unicorn found which key she was supposed to turn when the machine lost momentum ; she quickly understood the pattern of the machine's mechanisms ; and eventually she got bored with it, as it had only one function after all, to make the arrows of the clock turn at a certain speed. She was disappointed that, for all the possibilities this machinery had, it served only one simple purpose. The little pony then started to explore what other things she could do with the pieces of the clock. She tried different projects, different ideas ; she worked all day on her new discovery, thrilled to see the possibilities it offered. With such a tool in her hooves, and all the imagination she had, she could create entire kingdoms, entire worlds, that could come to life for real, with just a turn of the starting key ! She had so many ideas, so many projects that came to mind ! She had no idea how to realize half of them, but she felt like it was possible, she just had to learn how to do it. Oh, the stories she could create ! Destroying the giant clock of the living room created a whole new world of possibilities for her. That day, when her parents finally came home, they were greeted by an overexcited filly who led them into their house, and pulled a lever that was oddly hanging there. With a background of shifting gears noises, the curtains opened themselves, slowly revealing to the horrified couple the state of their living room. Their clock was struck down and its contents spilled out on the floor ; most of the pieces were missing, they had been reassembled and hanged in various parts of the room, still pulling strings back and forth. With one last click the record started by itself as well, playing a boastful march. It was a complete carnage. The little pony couldn't look prouder of what she did. They would have yelled at her if it wasn't for the spark of light on her flank, which promptly faded, revealing … something. It was a light grey colour and difficult to decipher against the white of her pelt. Moondrop, still quite unaware of the mess she made, gained her cutie mark that day : a pair of dented wheels. Upon learning the news she started to let out little giggles of joy and hugged her parents, who smiled at their filly and hugged her back. That night they had a big party, and she was gently but sternly reminded never to destroy other people's furniture again. But after that day, things were never exactly the same for the little pony. Along with her cutie mark came her first steps in magic, and Moondrop quickly proved herself to be quite competent at it, even if she never took the time to master anything but a few useful spells. Her room slowly turned into a workshop as she started to sculpt and paint her own wooden toy ponies, sew her own plushies, and experimented different clockwork mechanisms that could make her toys move by themselves, or enhance her stories with a variety of strange projects. She never had any formal training, but she had her books, and lots of imagination and hard work shaped her skills into the near professional state they are today. Moondrop still lived all alone in her house, doing what she always liked to do, making up stories with her little pony toys. But the stories she made took a grander scale - the unicorn drew everything she could from her readings, stealing ideas from mythology stories, from classical literature, from history books, from any source she could find, and shamelessly mixing them with her own inventions. Her toys no longer travelled through countries made out of stashed books, green blankets and thrown pillows ; instead she carefully sculpted, crafted and painted every background piece she needed. And Moondrop mechanized all she could as well, so that with the careful pull of a few strings, all her world could come to life, with every toy pony moving by itself, leaving her to do the narrator's role. The little pony could work for days to create the right universe and to make it work exactly the way she wanted ; building stories was just as much fun as playing them. She could have been proud of her creations. Instead the white unicorn felt foalish ; she was embarrassed to spend her time playing children games, and did her best not to bring the subject with her family. Instead Moondrop did all she could to grow up faster. On her insistence her parents reluctantly let her go outside, accompanied at first, then unsupervised, provided she respected all of the rules they laid down for her. She started to visit her hometown city she barely knew, limiting herself to the few roads her parents mapped for her, in fear of getting lost ; it wasn't much, but it was already a lot for her. She visited museums, she visited parks, she visited shopping malls, everything she could see was a new experience for her. And she even managed, with a lot of courage, to talk to shop owners and to find herself a little job, sculpting and selling simple toys in exchange for some money. The young mare still felt like the awkward filly hidden under odd-looking dresses and hat she once was ; but her life had changed in so many ways that she knew this feeling wasn't true anymore. She was free to go outside, she had a job, and responsibilities now. Her parents seemed to trust her, even if they still buried her under constant attention. And all of her dreams seemed far more attainable now. If only she could gather a little more courage in her life …

Flat coca-cola. My girlfriend hates flat cola but she loves it with bubbles. So she opens the bottles and I finish them !

Whirlwind enjoyed the magic show with great attention ... until the grey and red pony waved a hoof at her, inviting her to come in. The little pegasus fell on the ground in surprise and shock. She had been seen ! The ghost, if she was a ghost, had seen her ! Fear crept in for a moment but was soon replaced by embarassment - Whirlwind's attitude had been very rude up until now, you don't go on and spy other people like this, even if they're ghosts ; yet she wasn't mad at her, and she even invited her in. Regaining her senses, the pink pony flew to the door and went inside the unicorn's house. The door wasn't large enough to let her in if she had her wings fully open, so she had to dive in - it still wasn't that easy but she was getting good at it. However, flying inside the house was a different matter entirely. It wasn't that tidy, and it wasn't that wide, houses weren't really built for ponies to fly in freely. She was scared of bumping into things, of breaking furniture, of the dozen of things that could go wrong if she wasn't careful. Whirlwind flew slowly around the room, staying close to the ceiling, flapping her wings as little and as gently as she could, letting herself glide to the seat her host had offered. The rust-like unicorn had made some tea and was chatting with the other guest - or more precisely the mare was writing stuff on a typewriter while the stallion was doing all the talking. The mare was probably mute, she guessed. This time Whirlwind had the opportunity to read the paper. It was probably directed to her and the other guest, and it asked them what brought them here. The white stallion was very outgoing : he chatted about how impressive he thought the house was, he joked gently with his host, he wondered if she would like to do theater work. The color of his eyes even changed during the conversation ! He finally told the unicorn mare that he came here to put on a show, expecting this place to be full of tourists (and obviously disappointed). Unlike his host, he looked quite at ease in social gatherings, which was to be expected of someone who puts on shows for a living, Whirlwind guessed. Then he turned his attention on Whirlwind, wondering openly where she was. « I'm up here ! » She answered simply. She was slowly descending toward her seat, her wings slightly arched, acting like a parachute, turning her landing in a slow fall. She couldn't land normally, it involved too much wing-flapping for her tastes, and she could topple stuff like the tea kettle with the wind she'd make ; and she couldn't just let herself fall on the seat either (that would hurt !), so she had to resort to strange, unorthodox landing techniques. Not that she complained, it was fun, in a way. Flying inside a house asked for a lot of creativity ! The pink pony finally landed on her seat. She closed her wings, then opened them wide again as she almost fell off her chair, eyes open in surprise - panicking, she flapped them a little, trying to stabilize herself while shifting her position, until she was sure she wouldn't fall again. « Uh, sorry about that, » she commented with an embarassed smile, closing her wings, « I'm still not used to, um, to not being to walk anymore. » Whirlwind took her cup of tea in her able hoof, still feeling a bit shy. Changing the subject, she answered the grey mare's question. « I came here to see ghosts, because I'm on vacations, you see, I'm staying with my parents in the city next to this lighthouse, and well, I wanted some adventure ! So I came here, ponies says it's haunted, because there's always light at night, but nopony live here they say, they've never seen anypo ... » the little filly suddenly stopped, realising what she was saying. « B-but of course, you live here, you're surely not a ghost ! » She blurted with a nervous chuckle, « I didn't mean to say nopony knows you, I mean, I'm sure you have friends, I mean, uh, um, your house is very cool. » What an idiot ! Whirlwind silenced herself, her eyes contemplating the hot tea in her little cup. She was a bit ashamed of her attitude, first she spied on her host, now she was saying such hurtful things ... Frowning on herself, she gulped her tea. « I, uh, sorry. » she said to the two other ponies, rising her eyes again. « I'm Whirlwind, I'm from Cloudsdale. What are your names ? » The little filly could still be a good guest ! She sure hoped she could.

Hey, I've just realized I've started to listen to music with stuff that went out in the 80's. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p89AX41MxPQ This is so strange, I feel like a little kid again when I listen to that.

Little Whirlwind watched the brown stallion brew tea as he told her his story. He was raised in a communal farm ? Huh, interesting ; she didn't knew that kind of thing existed. Then again, she knew very little about farms and crops and how plants grew. Maybe farms were common around here, with all the rain that came from Cloudsdale to grow the food, and the many hungry citizens of the flying city to sell stuff to - she was pretty sure ponies couldn't grow food on clouds after all. Mojo was a traveller at heart, she heard, the cart he had was his house now and he lived selling goods - the pegasus briefly wondered what kind of goods, her curiosity awoken. She was the first pony he met after all, and Mojo went out of his way to help her ; she wanted to thank him for his kindness, so maybe she'll be able to be his first client too ! But before she could open her mouth the tea was done and he had given her some ; now she had a warm cup of it in her hooves. So instead of asking her questions just now, Whirlwind took the time to drink. It was very good, and she stood still a moment, happily warming herself with the hot beverage, a small smile on her face. With a comment about the flare and a few questions about her life, Mojo proposed some vegetables - « Oh, I don't want to impose, » replied the embarrassed filly, « you're already helping me so much, I'd feel bad if I ate your food as well ! I mean, you probably keep them for your trip around the world, or something, you'll need them ! » « And, um, about me then. » It was her turn to talk. « Well, I come from Cloudsdale ! I grew up there, and I haven't visited anywhere else. It's funny, the open sky have always been enough for me, I love to watch the stars, and there's all the place I need to fly, so I never thought much about travelling, to be honest. » « And, also, I like to fly ! » she continued, illustrating her tale with flying gestures of her hooves ; « I like to do crazy loops in the air, and to dive, and to pull off real close to the ground, I like to go fast and to hear the wind scream in my ears, and I like to roll over and forget where up and down are and just fly fast, it's so great ! I even have a cutie mark about it you see ! It shows my love of crazy stunts ! ... But, uh, you probably guessed it, I sort of crash often into things this way. Usually it's not a big problem, I mean, Cloudsdale is made of clouds after all, but ... » Whirlwind sighed. « But, not always. I try to be more careful now. I really do ! » she added hastily. The little filly stayed silent for a moment. « So, what do you sell ? » Not knowing what to add, she finally asked the question she had in mind since he mentioned his activity. She was a curious filly after all.

Featherflight ; Skyline ; Everskies. Here's a few ideas for names. I only really like the first one though.

Blueblood have been blackmailed by Spike and forced to act the way he did around Rarity. That's about the only idea I have to redeem him. It could make a fun fanfic though.

Dear Princess Celestia ; Today I learned the meaning of AWOL, FUBAR and SNAFU. It dawns on me that I have quite a lot english slang to learn, and that I'll have a hard time remembering it since I will never use it anyways. I also never imagined I would one day take notes on slang. Still writing definitions on notepad documents, Your Faithful Student, Ancre

« I'm fine, really, just exhausted, so I can't fly. » Whirlwind protested a little bit, but it was nice to have somepony caring for her. Mojo was doing his best to make her feel more comfortable. He was chatting with her, diverting her from the thoughts of guilt running in her mind, and was bringing all his medical supplies to see if something could be useful. He even went out of his way and used a distress signal of some sort, probably because he couldn't carry her by himself. Helping her was a lot of work for one pony after all, and he surely had other things to do. « My wings aren't really hurt, I think. » The pegasus opened them wide and tried to have a look. « It just aches a bit, like,um ... » she pondered for a while, looking for an example. « Like your hooves would ache if you ran a race for an entire day, I guess. I never raced, but I flied a lot, it's this kind of pain ; I don't have enough strength to fly back home, it's too far, and I can't walk, so ... » She stood silent for a while again. Truth was, it was a bit more than just that. She did felt like she had flown a race for an entire day, as the many take-offs she did demanded a lot of effort from her wings. But she also felt very weak ; it had been a very bad idea to work so much right after getting out of her casts, her body was still recovering its former strength. « I don't know if the splints would help, but we can try. » She finally admitted. She would be very embarassed to be seen with it, she would feel like a ridiculous foal who did another big mistake, but she was even more embarassed to feel that way when she did needed help. And Mojo was very kind to help her so much like he did. « And I'd like to try your tea, if you want. » At the mention of food her stomach growled. Whirlwind remembered she spent all day here, eating nothing but the grass on the ground ... and she blushed in shame, her cheeks turning into a redder shade of pink. Oh, why couldn't she pay a little more attention to what she was doing ? She was always running headfirst into what she wanted to do, and never stopped to consider the consequences until after they hit her. That was really irresponsible, and that was just adding another entry on the list of things she did wrong today. The little filly didn't asked for food however. She was already asking a lot from a pony she just met five minutes ago. Instead, she tried to regain a composure, and thanked him. « It's very nice of you to help me like you do. I'm ok, I uh, I guess we can sit and talk while we wait for somepony to come, if that's ok with you. Um, so, where do you come from ? »

Whirlwind's face was wrinkled with worry. Why did she had to be such an idiot ? Having to spend one night outside under the coming rain was already bad enough, but she just couldn't bear the idea of scaring her parents, not after what she did to them. The little pegasus still felt very guilty about her accident. She wished really hard that she could go back home now, and show them they'll never lose her again, but she knew she didn't have the strength. She couldn't fly home. She couldn't move. She couldn't do anything but worry. Curled in the grass next to one of the lakes' shore, the pink pony didn't see the big stallion rushing toward her. But she did hear the wagon wheels creaking slighlty as he applied the brakes, and she lift her head up. He was a brown earth pony, with a peace sign cutie mark, and big blues eyes wide open in shock, staring at her maimed legs. The filly raised an eyebrow, curious. He then started to talk, saying his name was Mojo and that he wanted to help ; he was concerned about her, and seemed to believe she was wounded or something. Oh. «I don't have any broken bones. » She rectified. « I uh, I did broke my legs but that was a long time ago. In fact they healed just recently. I'm fine, really. » Whirlwind concluded, and she remained silent for a little while, her gaze shifting toward the lake again. « I just came here to ... well, I know, it's stupid, but I just got freed from my casts and I came here because I wanted to see if I could stand on my hooves again, you see. » The little pegasus sighed. « Well, I can't. And I tried too hard, so now I can't walk and I am too tired to fly home. I live in Cloudsdale, » she indicated with a hoof pointed toward the cloudy skies, « and it's not like I can just let the wind carry me or something. I have to force myself up to go home, and my wings are too sore for this. » « So ... I'm just stuck here. » She became silent again, worry and guilt returning on her face. The pink pegasus wasn't proud of herself, and Mojo was probably thinking that she was a stupid filly for being so irresponsible. « Oh, » she added, returning her gaze to the brown stallion, « I haven't told you my name, sorry, I'm Whirlwind. » She bit her lip, looking at the ground again. « So, um, I don't know what to do now, and if you could help me, I'd very much, uh, I mean, I need help, if you can. Please ? » She really didn't wanted to ask, she didn't wanted to impose, and she hated to be so dependent, but she felt like she had no choice. She needed any help she could have.

Happy Independence Day !

She could make it this time ! Whirlwind flapped her wings slowly, beginning to descend toward the ground. She let her three hooves forward, readying herself to land. She slowly put them on the ground, her wings still flapping and holding her weight. Then she closed them, and tried to let her hooves support her. They couldn't. She fell. « Ouch ! » Well, that wasn't what she expected. Groaning in frustration, she opened her wings again, and, flapping them really hard, she managed to lift herself up in the air once again. The three legged filly sighed. When the doctors said she probably couldn't walk after her accident, she didn't expected to fail to stand on her hooves ! She couldn't even jump or gain any sort of movement to start flying, so her wings had to do all the work - it was the most tiring way to take off. Once she was in the air, things were ok, but it looked like the land was forbidden to her now. Well, she could probably still crawl pitifully at a snail's pace. And the doctors said that it would take her time before her legs and arms gain their strength back. But right now, she just felt depressed. It took her that failed attempt, and the ones before that, to fully realize what the consequences of her accident meant. No more walking. Forever. It never seemed like a big deal in Cloudsdale, where everypony used their wings to move, and being grounded for three months in her parent's shop meant she never really had to move anyways. But now that she actually tried to stand on her hooves, she started to understand what she had lost in that adventure. She felt like a little foal who desperately needed help, and yet flew all the way down to the Nimbusgate Lakes to make sure nopony could see her in such a state. She wanted to at least stand on her hooves before meeting somepony she knew ... Humpf ! "No time to be sorry for yourself little pony !" Scolding herself, she tried once again to land, failed, and took off in the air again with huge and powerful flaps of her wings. And then she tried again, and again, until she felt too exhausted to move, and decided she could afford a break. Sighing, she laid down in the grass and watched the lakes shimmer under the evening sun. It was fun for about ten minutes. Then Whirlwind realized it was starting to get late, and night would soon be upon her - it was time to go home, or else her parents would start to worry. She was getting tired too. The little pegasus opened her wings and took off the same way she did all day long. But each flap toward the cloudy city of Cloudsdale over her head exhausted her ; pretty soon she found herself fighting to not lose altitude, and gaining some more seemed impossible. And her hometown was still miles over her. Giving up, she slowly drifted toward the grassy ground of the lakes' shores. This wasn't good ! She spent all her day exhausting her wings, only realizing now that she had tired herself too much for a long flight upwards. But she needed to come back home. Staying here, all alone, at night, under the rain that was soon to come, was definitely not a good idea. It was probably not a good idea to come here in the first place. With her injuries recently healed, she probably needed more rest than she thought. And her parents, they would worry too, they would think something horrible happened to her, again ! Whirlwind was very worried by now. What could she do ? Well, she couldn't do anything on her own, since she could barely move. She didn't liked to admit it, but Whirlwind really, really needed some help now ...

Hello and welcome here Dudette !

I voted apple pie, as it's the only one I know how to do. I do like blueberry muffins a lot too ! But I've never really tried any cupcakes. Weird, I know.

Little whirlwind and her parents were on vacations near Seasaddle Bay. After the accident at the weather station, which nearly took the pegasus' life, crushed her leg and disabled her arm, they all thought it was a very good idea - Whirlwind barely survived after all, and it made her realize how much she would have missed them, how much she loved them ; and they too wanted to spend more time with the little girl they almost lost. So they waited until her injuries healed, and off they went. It was quite a lot of fun for everypony. Still resting from her injuries, the pink filly enjoyed the calmer rythm of her family, and even managed to gather enough energy for a few adventures on her own. She was having one today : growing bored of the local tourist traps, and yearning for something more exciting than just another day at the beach, Whirlwind promised her mom and dad not to do anything dangerous on her own (it's not like she could pull off aerial stunts in her state anyways) and slowly flew to the lonely lighthouse just off the city limits - Ponies here said it was haunted ! Ghosts, now that was cool. So there she was, crouching under a bush, bravely hiding herself from the ghost, trying to stand completely still, doing her best not to make a noise, all eyes on the strange lighthouse not far from her. All day she watched that rust-like red and grey mare work silently, wondering if she was the ghost everypony was talking about, and hoping that if she was, she wouldn't do to her whatever terrible things ghosts did to ponies - what did they do anyways ? If they were all ethereal and stuff and couldn't touch anything but just pass through it, then ghosts didn't sound very dangerous. Well, it did sounded scary. And that mare, who never said a word, and never did anything than work, sure looked like a ghost haunting that lighthouse, as far as she could see. Then she saw, surprised, another pony coming to the giant tower. He was entirely white, save for his cutie mark, which Whirlwind couldn't quite decipher at this distance. "Well," she thought "I'm not the only one hunting ghosts it seems ..." Staying safely under her bush, the little pony watched him walk toward the lighthouse, with none of the apprehension nor the excitement she had - maybe he didn't care much about finding ghosts ? Or maybe ... Maybe he was one ! That's it ! he was completely white after all, and he looked strange too ! Was he the ghost of the lighthouse ? But then what about the other pony ? Maybe there were two ghosts in here ! Oooh, this started to get really interesting. The other pony saw the white stallion coming, and came to meet him. They started to talk, or to be more exact the white one started to talk by himself, but Whirlwind couldn't hear a word. So she tried to come closer, as stealthily as she could. The grey and red mare hurried back to her home and came back with a strange device around her neck. Whirlwind squinted her eyes to see what it was. The white stallion poked the mare and monologued again. Then they came inside the house ; the door opened with an eerie creak, like any proper door from a ghost's house would do, and then slammed shut. Whirlwind took the opportunity to fly toward a window, and peeked inside the house. Her spot was perfect. She could hear them a little now ! And she could see very well too ! The white ghost started a little magic show. With a properly grandiloquent introduction, he made a coin appear from nowhere, and then disappear again, and then he pulled a flower out of the other mare's mane - wow ! The little filly had her snout pressed against the window now, her eyes wide, her mouth opened in awe. She couldn't help but let out a little squee of amazement at the magician's show. More ! More ! This looked like just a start, she wanted to see more ! Oh, he was pulling a set of cards out of his satchel now ...

I really, really like Ooh, Sir Spike it's hilarious ! Other than that, there's Out in the cold and the bunch of side stories it spawned, and Ah ain't got no ack-cent! which is very well written too.

Thank you MLPTales ! I think I won't ever be able to make it perfect so it's not WIP anymore. Thank you for the proposal SonicBoom. You don't have to draw me something (my girlfriend will probably draw my pony when she have the time, and I will try as well). But I'd be really happy to see what you do if you want to !