“Racing’s so boring. I need something different.” Solara said, tossing her mane in her sister Darkfall’s face. Darkfall opened her mouth to say something, but Solara cut her off. “I don’t need to be the best at something to know that it bores me.” It was as if she could read her sister’s mind. “All we do every day is fly around. We push clouds. Big deal. You know what else could push clouds? Unicorns. Their magic can do everything we do, everything the earth ponies do too, better and faster.”

“You realize complaining to me about it is useless, Solara. Earth ponies grow food, pegasi fly and maintain the weather, and unicorns maintain the heavens. That’s how life works, and how it has always been. Everyone has a role. Why does it sadden you so?” Darkfall went silent. There was that gleam in her sister’s eyes again. It meant something was coming, something big this time. The last time she saw that look was just before a horrible drought when Solara moved all of the rain clouds far away because she didn’t like the “ugliness of black splotches on a blue canvas”. A real helpless romantic.

Darkfall sighed. “Before you do anything drastic, notice this. Magic is not without cost. It takes unicorns energy to use. Doubtless, they could plant and harvest crops much faster than earth ponies, and perhaps control the weather without error, but strength has its limits. If they were tasked with food and weather, they would have no energy left for the sun and moon. We need the night and day, Solara. Without the cycle, there is no life.”

Solara frowned. “What made you think I was going to do anything? I know that day and night are important, I just thought it would be nice to try something… different.” With that, she flew off. Darkfall rolled her eyes. “Someday, big sister, someday you are going to go too far.”

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