“Mush! Mush!”
“Will wewe cut that out?!”
Off to the west, amongst towering thunderheads and unsettled rainclouds, Wild moto and her passenger touch down. Much to Stylo’s relief, this ride was much zaidi enjoyable than the last one.
He hopped off Wild Fire’s back and took a look around. They weren’t alone – many other pegasi darted this way and that, clearing away the stormy vapor. He spied colts and mares of all different colors – there was an machungwa, chungwa one, and a pink one, and a gray one, and… a upinde wa mvua one.
“Oh hey, there’s Rainbow,” Wild moto commented, waving to her captain....
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