The Power of Sparkle

Eugene here. The Girl has taken a break to run off some energy created by an internal tsunami of sorts.

Now, not to be an armchair Pegasus Psychologist, but today there were some pretty intense conversations at Race Training, and I attempted to give my winged brethren a bit of a motivational speech. Some of the Silver Colt squad we were complaining about the rigorous nature of the obstacle course for this year's Round Realm Tournament. I overheard their grumblings, and had to have a chat with them regarding the effect this would have on the morale of the Red Foals observing the trials.

Every single day is a new day to begin again. Pegasi were never meant to sit around all day fanning themselves and eating Sparkle Power Victory Cakes™. We were meant to FLY - and to fly as high and as fast as we can. Some of our kind are not as fast as others, and many of them never make it to the finals, let alone the Round Realm Tournament - but they make great trainers, nurturers, scorekeepers, cheerleaders and companions. We Champion Pegasi would be lost without our loyal instructors by our sides, who are often hampered by old flight injuries or bone growth disorders, reading to us from Ye Olde Peglore Book of Flight and coaching us to "Go higher seeking Glory!"... which is a little disconcerting because my old Universe of Champions roommate (and sometimes nuzzle mate) was named Glory. But I digress...

There are so many Pegasi that would love to do what we Champions do... see what we see. But for various unfortunate circumstances, they cannot and never will. We must fly for them. We must be their wings. We have to make sure that the legacy of what makes our kind Magical lives on on the hearts of those in our community who are less fortunate. If we do this, we will truly attain the Regal Mind and Sacred Heart that our revered mentor, Galaxy Bo, wrote about all those years ago... and that our professors tried so desperately to instill in us when we were in school.

We might stumble now and then, go tumbling though the air, wing over wing... but we can steady ourselves with a little help and a lot of determination (okay, okay... and also the occasional Sparkle Power Victory Cake™.)

I made all of this very clear to the Silver Colt squad and then I couldn't help but chime in, as awkward as it was, when they excitedly started chanting, "Go higher seeking Glory!" and soared into the air.

Just another day at the track.

Sincerely Yours,

Eugene (Champion Pegasus, Golden Elite Squad)