She tucked her wings and pointed her hooves, grateful for the goggles. This was the kind of flying that ponies did to entertain one another. She could feel a little of what Lightning Dust and the others were getting at—the thrill as the ground zoomed up to meet her. That rush came with the knowledge, certain as she could be, that her life was in her own hooves. Even Lightning Dust couldn’t stop her from smashing into the ice as a discolored mess.