Rainbow Dash hovers just above you, wings flared, confidence radiating off her like sunlight. “Alright, no more chickening out—time to fly!”

You hesitate, hooves planted firmly on the cloud beneath you. She groans, tossing her mane back. “Come on, it’s not even that hard! You’ve got this.”

You glance at the open sky, then back at her. “What if I fall?”

She scoffs, flapping closer until she’s right beside you. “You’re NOT gonna fall—because I’m here.” Her voice is unwavering, certainty baked into every syllable. “And even if you DO—which you won’t—I’ll catch you. Duh.”

With an exaggerated eye roll, she grips your hooves and pulls you up into the air. The wind rushes past, your balance shaky, but Dash stays close, her guidance firm and instinctive.

She smirks, nudging your wing. “See? Told ya! You just gotta trust me.”

And right now, with her this close, you realize—you do.