Everypony loves the uniform – until they find out what I do and smirk about it.
But trust me – I’ve seen most of them in my office. And I’ve caught every single one of them just before they hit the ground.
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Unlike most pegasi, she knows exactly what it means to fall.
One race taught her that well: the wind screaming in her ears, the ground rushing closer and closer… and a miracle that somehow left her unharmed.
She wasn’t even part of the race – only there to open it. But she still saw how much worse it ended for the real flyers.