Horns to the left of me, wings to the right.

[letteropener]

Who: The pony princesses and those who would accept their training.
What: The training offered by the pony princesses to those who would accept it.
Where: Ponyville, the Town Square.
When: A couple of days after their welcoming message.
Warnings: Possible comedic violence and mild language. Possibly some pegasus just won't know what went wrong.



Ponyville Town Square, the right side as you face town hall:

Above this half of the town square, a couple dozen clouds floated peacefully in the sky. They ranged the gamut from a friendly, puffy white to an angry, solemn grey that threatened but didn't deliver thunder and rain in awesome amounts. Somepony had clearly cordoned off the ground below with acquired fences, benches, and other makeshift barricades to keep innocent Rarities ponies from wandering into the training field and getting soaked, hailed on, lightning-bolted, blown away, or generally harassed by wind.

Princess Luna awaited those pegasi who have come for lessons in weather control.

Ponyville Town Square, the left side as you face town hall:

Dozens of random objects festooned the area around here, lined up in order of weight -- from feathers, pebbles, and quill pens to a heavy statue and a bathtub. Princess Celestia waited at the front of this 'line', such as it was, for those unicorns who signed on for her basic training program. Though she hoped that at least some will prove adept pupils at telekinesis and might be able to move on to other lessons, she has provided nothing else yet; after all, to best challenge a unicorn, you must find spells that lie within their talents.

Comments

[raisethemoon]

Luna slowed to a glide, the better to watch Chell's flight from. The fact that she'd practiced at all was clear enough. It wasn't especially good form, and she was working herself far harder than she had to, but at least she seemed perfectly capable of remaining in the air.

"You do not need to move your legs, simply tuck them beneath your body. And - ah, here. There is a fair thermal just here." She tilted into the rising air, circling upwards on the cushion of warmth. "Do you feel the air upon your feathers? 'Tis easier to glide when you can, and save energy that would be expended in flapping."

[statisticallyterrible]

With some effort, Chell tried to fold her legs underneath her, losing a bit of altitude as her attention wavered--the real problem, in the end, was figuring out which of her new muscles needed the most attention in the whole process.

Still, Luna's words helped her to recognize the draft of warm air under her wings. An experimental flap pushed her up higher, and the gears started turning: she's thinking too hard about this. Aerodynamics will take care of themselves, after all. Still unsteady but gaining in confidence, she rose after the princess.