The qualifiers were in two weeks. The other pegasus ponies in her class who cared about them had already been practicing for months. “I can’t wait another year to test again,” Lucky squeaked, slumping down onto her haunches. By then, I’ll have to go back to the Forerunner for sure. Even if I get to come back to you, I’ll be a different pony then. “Do you really think I stand a chance?”