Dash couldn’t believe she had fallen for it.
When Pinkie had told her that her fanclub was waiting for her, she had zipped off, determined to show them how a great flier handled things.
When she arrived at the field however it had been empty. Save for a big collection of automatic wind movers, also known as fans. They were designed to keep a cloudhouse pristine, by preventing them from merging with other clouds. Right now however, they seemed to be mocking her silently.
Dash idly poked one of the metal contraptions with a hoof. “Well played, Pinks... well played”