Derpy is stopped a few feet back, staring wistfully at something. It's the Wonderbolt's Recruitment Booth. There's a few of those tracksuit-wearing high-fliers sat around a table; a few pamphlets, photos of notable fliers. And funny enough, a familiar head of rainbow-colored mane. They've got a sign pointing upwards; hanging pretty low, close to the houses, is that weird O-shaped cloud I saw earlier. It clicks, as I see Pegasi appear now and then from the edges of it; it's a racing course for the winged Ponies.