Nothing too exciting in this portion. Still, it helps establish Onyx's character and gives a bit more life to Rarity. I promise we'll be getting to back to the adventure soon!
Also, I'd like a song to set the next action scene to. Something like this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nJOY0P84v4
But more awesome and banjo if at all possible.
Having successfully delayed the rabbits you slow down to from a gallop to a brisk canter, hoping to catch your breath before you collapse in exhaustion. You aren’t exactly sure how high you’ve climbed in the last few minutes but it must have been quite a fair bit; the air is starting to get a bit thinner and the temperature is noticeably cooler. Little wisps of fog form and dissipate from your ragged breaths, your legs aching from all of the running and you’re worried that you may have sprained something in when you were attacking the rocks. However, now isn’t the time to be thinking about how much pain you’re in but rather how much you’ll suffer if and when those hares catch you.
The pass is starting to get fairly uneven and you find yourself silently thanking whichever unicorn that invented shock-absorption spells as the cart rocks and back forth. Indeed, if it weren’t for the minor levitation spells that were cast upon the coach you doubt you would have even gotten this far, never mind getting the carriage up and over the large stones that littered the path.
The cart gets stuck on a particularly large rock and, with a great heave, you pull it loose. In addition to getting the cart moving again you hear Rarity wake up as she’s jostled around in the cabin. With an indignant and pompous shout she demands “Just what is going on out there?” You peek back to see her pressing her muzzle to the front window, her suddenly wide eyes making your day just a little more bearable.
“We are currently climbing this mountain pass on account of the main path’s bridge being destroyed, Miss Rarity,” you answer blandly, your voice and the amount of weariness it holds surprising even you.
“Oh dear…” comes her reluctant reply.
“What seems to be the problem Miss Rarity?”
“It’s just… well... I’m afraid of heights…”
“And why would that be, Miss Rarity?” you press.
She gives a forlorn sigh. “Well, one time a dear friend of mine was quite upset about an upcoming competition…” she began. You listen in dutifully, her sweet and melodic voice helping to take your mind off the aches and pains that wrack your body. She explains to you how a pegasus who goes by “Rainbow Dash” had gone to a flight competition in Cloudsdale. Apparently she had been so anxious and stressed that Rarity herself had suggested to her unicorn friend Twilight Sparkle that they find some way to join her and offer their support. While she was only able to give Rarity a pair of magic wings Twilight and her other friends had made use of a special spell that let the walk on the clouds.
“Oh, I was such a terrible friend that day. I basked in the adorations of the drooling masses while at the same time covering the reason I had gone in the first place with my shadow…”
“So far it sounds like you quite enjoyed being able to fly, Miss Rarity,” you point out.
“Oh yes! For that brief time it was one of the most amazing experiences in my life! However, it was when I decided to enter the competition that things went sour. At first it seemed as if I was a horseshoe-in for first place while poor Dashie chocked. However, I had forgotten the most important part of my wings; don’t let them get too hot!”
“Ahhh, so they burned up like Kickarus’s famous wings, correct?” you enquire.
“Oh, it was dreadful! I had just flown into the eternal blue, catching the sun just so
, and through my wings did a most magnificent and stylish light shine down on my clamouring fans. However, I had flown up so high that the sun’s heat caused them to evaporate into nothing more then ashes!”
You crest the mountain finally, breathing a sigh of relief as you see a level and mostly-clear pathway run some ways into the distance; just how long is this mountain pass anyways? However, you’re still glad for this brief boon to let you recover from the ascent. Pausing for a second you hazard a guess with “And I take it that’s when you suddenly discovered your new phobia?”
“Unfortunately. Luckily for me though Dash managed to gather her wits and come to my rescue! Not only did she rescue me and the three Wonderbolts who had fallen with me…”
Now you’re confused. “Why in the world would thunderbolts need to be rescued? I thought they were the best fliers in Equestria!”
She shoots you a look, the kind that says ‘Don’t go there if you know what’s good for you, young man’.
Your mother gave you that look all the time too.
“*Ahem*” she coughed loudly. “Anyways, as I was saying, not only did she save all of us from becoming pony pancakes she even managed to perform a Sonic Rainboom!”
“Err… a Chronic-whatnow?” you ask, your face a mask of confusion.
“Oh, you poor thing. You really don’t get out much, do you?”
“Well, yes, that’s the whole point of prison…” comes your awkward answer.
She gasps as she realizes that she’s just stumbled into a conversational nightmare. “Please forgive me Mr. Onyx. I meant nothing by my careless remark…”
“Perish the thought, Miss Rarity, I won’t hold it against you,” you respond dismissively.
“Oh, but I can hardly…”
You interrupt her by asking “So, you were talking about this ‘Sonic Vanebroom’ thing.”
Fortunately she’s quick on the upswing and latches onto the old topic like a drowning pony would a lifeboat. “No dear, a Sonic Rainboom,
a legendary stunt where a pegasus flies so fast that they break some sort of wall or something and create a most splendiferous rainbow shockwave! Believe me when I tell you that there’s nothing quite like it. Why, after seeing such a magnificent and enchanting spectacle I started work on an entirely new line of dresses, not that any of them can really compare to their inspiration, of course.” She gives a wistful sigh to complement this statement.
“Your friend sounds like quite the accomplished flier,” you comment. Perhaps if you’re lucky enough to get off this mountain you’ll be able to see this spectacle yourself.
“Oh, undoubtedly. Although, the strangest part about that entire ordeal is that she is the last
pony you would ever expect to make such a beautiful and striking...” She stops when you abruptly collapse to the ground, your weariness finally catching up to your body.
“Oh, goodness! Is something the matter Mr. Onyx?” she asks with complete sincerity.
You grunt as you try to lift your body back up off the dirt, only to fall back down again. “Ju… Just give me a second to re... rest, Lady Rarity…” you wheeze.
A concerned gasp bursts from her as realization dawns on her face. “You pulled me AND this carriage all the way up here when our…” She paused for a second in silent reverence to the deceased cabbie before continuing on. “I owe you my life, Mr. Onyx. Please, allow me to tend to you.” You try to shake your head but can barely even move your eyes from side to side. Giving up you realize that right now if you don’t get some real rest you may not even make it off this mountain. The bridle and hitch lift off your back as Rarity raises them with her magic. The excess weight now gone you manage to get up shakily to your feet, although you nearly collapse again, only to be saved from another disgraceful fall when Rarity rushes out of the coach to provide support.
She takes you over to a small patch of grass, the blades of vegetation far from comfortable but still seem like a miracle of providence in comparison to the hard and unforgiving dirt trail. “Miss Rarity, we can’t take a break now. Those beasts could be coming around the corner at any moment…”