Disclaimer I don't own my little pony friendship is magic.
Just a short ficlet.
Performer
Ditzy leapt lightly on the fragile soap bubbles, dancing across the air to the music of the wind. Her hoof's touch so light that the bubbles didn't so much as quiver under them. Her wings useless, except to help her balance well she performed for an audience of one. Dinky's soft giggles were better than the roar of any exuberant crowd to her mother's ears. So Ditzy danced on in the green meadow under the warmth of Celetria's sun. She danced and twirled until all of her moving platforms popped against the grass, then she bowed her head, thanked her audience for providing the stage, and carried her sleepy daughter home.