You’re caught speechless as you trace her through the evening sky. You pull your legs up to a more comfortable sitting position just as she reaches the apex of her climb. From there she noses over into a short dive, just enough to gain speed for two consecutive, lazy loops. Her final loop levels into a sharp-looking knife edge turn before she goes into another short spinning dive. She pulls out of that into a shallow climb while simultaneously flipping onto her back. Her mane is blowing across her face, but you spot her wave a hoof and smile at you from her lounged position. She looks relaxed, like someone floating on an inflatable pool chair.