Rarity snapped to her hooves and ran for the ﬂower, and she
could feel a surge of muscle powerrising upthrough the
scaly skin. She dove! She slid! The ﬂower was there!
She stretched her neck and extended her mouth,
The world snake mssed its head, making a sonic boom
from the sheerforce, launching her into the sky- but with the
Beneviolet clamped ﬁrmly between her teeth.
She spun and somersaulted up, flying higher and higher and
higher, miles passing away beneath her. When she was
finally rightways up, she looked down, and wished she
hadn't: the mountains were tiny beneath her. The airwas
very cold. She was having trouble drawing breath.
She was sailing upward more slowly now.
She used her magic to open her left saddlebag sending
sweaters and sunglasses and blankets flying away into the
sky. She mourned their loss but kept her eyes peeled; when
the glimmer of crystal emerged, she focused all her magic
upon it. The bottle was caught in hertelekinesis. She
levitated it down to her lower legs, and when it was there
she clamped her lower hooves around it, holding it as tighlly
as she could.
She stopped dead in the air, hung there for a moment. The
whole sky was still and quiet. She used her from hooves to
pull the stopper off the top of the bottle, sending the green-
and purple dragonfire billowing out. She spar the Beneviolet