One day, she might be proud to wear it once again. She could only hope so in any case. She turned to the window and stretch out her wings, flapping them to test them before cantering to the balcony and leaping out into the cool night air of Canterlot. She let the wind flow over and under her wings, revelling in the cold tingle as the air rushed past the skin of her wings before opening her eyes as the lights of the city rushed to meet up with her. She tilted her wings, controlling her fall into a spiral before beating her wings and launching herself back upwards into the air.