However, Rainbow Dash was beginning to doubt herself. Or, more specifically, her patience.
She had been entrusted with the task to return the orb safely, but it's snarky attitude and constant commentary was draining. Even now, tucked snugly in her saddle bag and wrapped up in layers of cloth, she could still hear it's insistent whining. Stopping, once again, to rest on a cloud, she wipes her brow and pulls the orb out from the sack.
"Listen Sir Orb"she says, holding it up to the light of mid-day.
"I've had just about enough of you. If you don't keep quiet for the rest of the trip, I'll-"
"You'll what?" The orb says, rudely interrupting.
Rainbow Dash gives a nasty look to the pest of a thing, and then, seeming to have a change of heart, smiles. The orb starts to speak once more, and Rainbow Dash drops with a small "oops" leaving her lips. The orb screams bloody murder as it plummets through the sky, and just as it is about to hit the ground, Rainbow Dash speeds to the rescue and catches it.
Rainbow Dash?? The Wonderbolt?? Heroine of Equestria, and Element of Loyalty? Rhapsody looked on in awe, not sure whether to be more terrified of the near destruction of the orb, or more thunderstruck by its rescuer.
"I should probably go over there and say thank you." Rhapsody said aloud to herself. Rhapsody had handled Empire destroying artifacts, and treasures beyond the imagination of most ponies. Surely, even a pony like Rainbow Dash is no more than an equal to such a great pony as Rhapsody!
Rhapsody's legs were like jello, however. And as Rainbow Dash casually hovered over to her, Rhapsody could barely hold herself together. This was THE Rainbow Dash! "Hey, is this yours?", asked Rainbow Dash. Rhapsody could no longer take it. "RAINBOW DASH, oh my GOSH I LOVE YOU," screamed Rhapsody, forgetting the orb entirely for just a moment before fainting
Rainbow Dash, unsure what to do with fainting mares, even after a lifetime of making them faint, just steps carefully around Rhapsody. She flies off and takes a nap on a cloud. Like, a really really long nap. She naps so long that when she wakes up, it is Saturday. Rainbow Dash loves Saturday though.
The multi-chromatic mare drops down from her perch and takes flight again, whistling incessantly. She was not very good at whistling. She came to a sudden halt when her whistling angered a nearby manticore! She certainly couldn't take it all by herself! The Manticore politely asked, "Could you, um, please stop whistling?" Oh.
He was unfazed - the words of a Manticore meant no more to him than the words of any other denizen he'd encountered, sharp teeth or otherwise. However, he knew how to play his cards at a time like this, so he gave into the request of the ferocious creature.
"Yeah, sure thing," he muttered. "I ain't about to upset a nice fella like you."
"Thank you. I have had a rough day. Right now, silence is like heavenly music to my ears."
"Oh don't get me started. This whole day has been a mess. Can't keep a clear head, like I'm scatterbrained or somethin'."
The manticore's brow furrowed as he placed his paw in a knapsack situated on his hip. From it he procured a potion bottle, emitting a bright purple glow that seemed to pulsate as if it were alive. As the creature unbottled the glass container, a gentle sound filled the room - a glistening bell-like ringing. The man looked on in amazement, having never seen such a peculiar potion in all his life.
"This," exclaimed the Manticore, "is a Potion of Supreme Clarity. It has been used since the time of the ancients - sorcerers used it to
push their powers beyond that of their rivals, military leaders used it to gain a strategic advantage over their adversaries. It was so powerful a concoction that it was made illegal and all written records of its contents and preparation were destroyed." He gave a hearty chuckle and handed him the potion, "yet Man does not remember like a Manticore does."
"How'd you get this?" the man asked.
"I believe that is knowledge Man has not yet proven himself responsible enough to learn. Take it, and perhaps your mind will open and all of this will become clear to you."
The man took a sniff of the potion and winced. Holding his head back, he lifted the flask and allowed the gaseous potion to slowly slither down his throat, cold as if it were ice water. Having finished the potion, time seemed as though it slowed and he felt his thoughts becoming more and more precise. Finally came a moment of clarity:
"I forgot!" he cried out in sudden realization, "I have to save Celestia before it's too late!"
Spike ran with the orb as fast as he could. If he couldn't get the orb back to Rainbow Dash and Rhapsody, Princess Celestia would lose her shimmering hair forever! Spike stopped for a moment and scratched his head. Was he remembering that right? The orb had a funny way of messing with his memory.
Rhapsody put her head in her hooves, and sighed. The orb had been well and truly lost, left to wreak havoc on all of Equestria. And all because she had fainted after meeting Rainbow Dash. It was embarrassing, and negligent. Princess Celestia or Twilight would probably fix the problem, and produce a friendship lesson… but what would happen before then?
It wasn't shimmering hair after all, was it? Spike came to a sudden realization: the orb's magic was bending his perception of reality. Coming to, Spike realized that he had locked himself in the castle laundry room. Spike groaned, and sent a dragon breath letter quickly to Rhapsody.
To alleviate his boredom, he threw his sandal into the washing machine.