So life continues in my Equestria dreamscape, and now spring is coming into full bloom. The land was once again coming back to life after its winter slumber. The trees were sheathed once again fresh greenery, and the fields and meadows around Ponyville were a riot of color as new wildflowers burst back into bloom.
The farms around Ponyville were a flurry activity as ponies once again began planting their first crops of the season and attending to their orchards.
Even at our little cottage we were busy preparing our garden for spring planting. Carousel and I had finally gotten the little Steedebaker garden plow functioning again, and Applejack and Rarity’s assistance had all the tack and harness was ready for use.
Petina had succeeded in roping in Sweet Apple Acres and Carousel Boutique for some initial trials of her skywriting advertising service. What this meant was she would drum up clients, and then go and assign me jobs to do. Petina can be very good at find work for others to do.
Of course she was still busily working on the initial draft of her first novel so she had starting the process of corralling ponies into being pre-readers for it. Some how she’d succeeded into getting all of the Mane Six to at least give her manuscript a looking over.
Now I was bit more jumpy than my roommates because I was just a few days away from taking my first official weather exam. So I was taking every spare moment I had to review my textbooks. If I passed then would put on to the weather pony roster as a reservist and start getting paid for it. I could also begin the next more advanced stage of weather training; if I passed that then could become a full-time weather pony. That would mean a substantial increase in my pay and theoretical if I was to work enough years a pension upon retirement. Yeah, I know it sounds odd thinking about retirement in your dreams, but for some reason that really caught my fancy.
With hindsight it was most likely this concern with getting a good test score that made me just a bit more stressed and wound up than usual.
That’s why when I landed after taking an early morning exercise flight I was rather alarmed when one of my brilliant blue flight feathers fell off. Was I molting? Was I coming down with illness? If I were molting how much would it affect my flying ability? Would it have any impact on my weather manipulation ability since pegasus ponies use their wings as part of the pegasi projection magic. Let’s just say that for a moment I freaked out a little.
After I consulted a couple of books on pegasus pony wing care that I had acquired I calmed a bit. It was a bit unusual but not unheard of pegasi molting this early in the year, and despite some folklore there was no proof that molting seriously effected a pegasi ability to fly or do weather manipulation.
Petina just smiled, gave me a hug and said I was a lovable, lunk but sometimes I was as thick as brick. She then laid claim to any of flight feathers that I dropped. She thought they’d make fine writing quills for her next story.
To be continued.