The sun was slowly falling on San Bernardino on a cool summer evening. It was the end of the racing season and Tommy watched the fireflies fluttering here and there wondering how many more were going to pass without it successfully reproducing its Tommy. It had been days since his right wing had broken during an air crash, and the tree near Anna's house still bore the marks of its brutal passage. If she had known that this evening was the last that she had been able to perform her happy antics, she would certainly not have spent her evening with her hooves on the ground.

She felt alone, terribly empty since her accident. All the earth humans had been devoted and obliging towards her since this mishap, and she had had almost too little time alone. The pegasus had taken her Cloudsdale, which had depressed her even more, reminding her that she was the only one who could not take advantage of the heights because of her clumsiness. She then decided to settle down for a while on earth, the time to recover. How was she going to be able to compete in big races after losing so much time? How many competition pegasus had the misfortune to plant themselves in bird-authoring branches while traveling? She couldn't help but ask Pippi Longstocking, who was always in the best position to answer any question.

- A lot, she replied with a smile. The most common accidents happen during the most mundane trips. In reality, there is a 75 percent chance of ...

She had picked up at the time. Her concentration did not allow her to go beyond the simple reassuring information that she was not a shamefully isolated case. Scootaloo had naturally deplored the temporary handicap of his personal star: he had first mourned his layoff the first days, before realizing the opportunity it represented to ask him all the questions that were running through his head . He had been gently but firmly pushed out by Sweetie Belle, not without seeing his eyes rise widely to the sky. Unicorns had a kind of worship for the fanaticism of others but an annoyance when the constraints brought its effects. At first, the latter had frequently brought cookies and other pastries to her friend before her back and forth seemed suspicious to Tommy. On the one hand, gaining weight before fluttering was certainly not wise. Most importantly, Sweetie Belle was a real business mare, and her group of friends never doubted that this kind of attention was hiding something.

- Oh no I would not allow myself to take advantage of your accident, Tommy darling. You must be so tired ...

- Tired for? Spit it out my situation could not be worse.

- I made a new range of clothes for pegasus but the models are, let's say, not often on the ground and I find it hard to realize on my wooden mannequins ...

- I take back what I said.

She had then served as a puppet for Sweetie Belle, and a situation which had had the merit of distracting her a little. She would have been guilty of a shameless lie if she did not confess to having taken some pleasure in challenging each look offered by the peerless tailor, before finally succeeding in making her sew a garment that perfectly suited her taste. She also did not lose the North, and we did not borrow a competition star like her for no consideration. In addition, the clothes she wore inevitably became, according to her tradition, twenty percent cooler than before. Sweetie Belle had certainly understood this and had not raised an eyebrow during his persistent criticism. She had even found it funny to have her remarks, because obviously "we did not often hear the pegasus giving their opinion on something other than themselves". It was true that their species was somewhat conceited. It's due to their perfect style, as well as their innate class, certainly. Anna had shyly attended a few fittings, helping Sweetie Belle to classify, cut and throw away the tiniest bit of fabric. Without magic, she must have done it much more slowly than her dynamic comrade, apologizing in a low voice when Sweetie Belle asked her to hurry to pass her scissors. Anna had come with his rabbit to occupy Tommy with readings, a risky gamble that required almost audacity from such an insecure mare. At Tommy's request, she must have brought horror stories, but was unfortunately too afraid to read them until the end. The fact that the story is about a headless ghost wandering through woods similar to those near her home must have had something to do with his reluctance to finish these novels. She had so many managed to finish one, which had led Tommy to have to house it in his temporary home, before Anna did not leave in the early morning, not without having slipped a collection of stories, "The mysterious adventures of golden wood" under the wing. Tommy had not read it, but she had put her book on her desk, and sometimes looked at the illustrations of dark humans galloping in the night to scare the inhabitants of San Bernardino.

She returned home remembering all that her friends had done for her in recent times. Tommy was used to adventure, running, speed, and nailed to the ground, she felt desperate for the situation before her little gang took turns in her little thatched cottage. With hindsight, she realized that her friends must have passed the word, as always, to come to distract her, from Sweetie Belle's fittings to the apparently reassuring analyzes of Pippi. The latter had even tried to bring back the prognoses of the races established by certain mathematicians of the castle where she spent all her time as a princess. His famillies even felt compelled to extend her vows of recovery. Finally, Annika announced a big party for her recovery, "to let everyone in Cloudsdale notice that she was back," to which Tommy had claimed it would have been known anyway.

Tommy slipped under one of his blankets to look at the window in front of his snout. The last ray of sunlight filtered through small clouds, and she knew it was time to sleep. She thought one last time about her friends before closing her eyes, about the preparations for the party the next day, and about the fact that friendship was really something magic enough to make her forget her sadness at not being able to use her wings. Finally, her wings were perhaps also her friends, who wore her during difficult times.