"Meems, are you ready?"

"Ready! Time me big sis!"

"Okay...go!"

A gust of wind blew fiercely by as a small pony flew downwards in a rush, dipping, swerving and climbing skillfully over an obstacle course that had been set out for her, tiny wings beating furiously in an attempt to do well; she couldn't let her sister down! Finishing the last hoop with a flourishing loop that would have made many a pony dizzy beyond belief, the young creature landed with a graceful motion, only to trip over her own fore hooves and fall down near her sisters, who simply nudged her to chuckle; what a silly pony. Their practicing had gone well today, despite the ringmaster wanting to hamper and harness their abilities to his mold; they might have been circus ponies, but that didn't mean they couldn't have their own special talents as well. Being brought up this way was interesting, but the older pony was determined not to let her sister get downtrodden by the person who lead the circus; sometimes she was headstrong but that didn't mean she wasn't a good listener, seeing as how she had better hearing then most fillies her age.

"D, why can't I get the landing right?"

"You just aren't feeling the wind right; your moves are good but...you aren't ready for that kind of power just yet."

The mottled brown, black and white filly with a ring of brown about her left eye snorted to then sigh; her sister was right, as usual. Feeling the wind tousle her chocolate brown mane and tail, she breathed deeply, allowing the pictures that usually came with such an action to fill her mind almost greedily; she loved to do this~ Fixing her sightless eyes on the other pony, who she knew was not very far from her, the full of life filly gave an excited whinny to kick up in the air; a new place always meant new adventure! Meems, or Mimic, for that was her proper name had been blind from birth but that didn't stop her from being as spunky a pony as many; it just meant that her other senses were more tuned than other ponies her age. Needless to say, their ringmaster wasn't the brightest or the kindest of ponies; his wielding of the whip had frightened many into silence. His reputation of using it on ponies who fumbled in their act was well known; Mimic and D had gotten their fair share and maybe even more in the time that they had been with the traveling circus. Nevertheless, that didn't stop them from going off to do some more advanced training; their routines were so easy and well memorized that they did them in their sleep.

Looking over at the pony that had stuck to her like a burr upon first meeting, the sapphire blue unicorn with a mane like thunder clouds sighed; the next place they were going to was a pretty place in Equestria called Ponyville, which wasn't too far off from where they were right now. It sounded like a pretty place, much better and most likely quieter than the cities they had been to, where the fussy ponies there only cared about the fancy and expensive snacks they were served or if their seats were comfy enough; ponies like that made her hair frizzier than normal, a sign of stress in her normally calm demeanor. D, or Dewdrop, was one of the seniors in the traveling circus; she usually helped to pull the cart that carried everything but for now, everyone was taking a break, so these two had taken the opportunity to do some offsite training; it never hurt to learn something new. As the day wore on, Mimic and D decided it was time to go, gathering the equipment into a small duffel bag to then sling it onto the older pony's back; the filly was strong, but not strong enough to carry that much. Trotting along at a somewhat slow and steady pace, the mottled filly took the time to bring up questions about the place, causing the unicorn to chuckle; Mimic was very bad with names but no one really seemed to notice, so fast and furious came the questions that she asked others. It was interesting to see the tricks she did when she talked, sometimes stopping to dive down or do a sudden loop; always training, that filly was.

"So it's Ponyhill we're traveling to, D?"

"It's Ponyville and yes, that's where we're going; should be a nice change from those fussy ponies."

"Hmm...Bee told me that it's ruled by a beautiful white unicorn who can fly called princess Equestria; is that true too?"

"Princess Celestria but yes, it's true. She also has a mane that shines like a rainbow. Her sister is called Princess Luna and she's pitch black in colour, with a mane just as dark."

"Wow...will we ever get to meet them?"

"Maybe; I don't know if princesses take time out of their busy lives to come see circus ponies but one can dream, right? Besides, we don't know if they're fussy or not, so don't get your hopes up."

"Well, Bee also told me that maybe the Thundercolts will be there; y'know, the really famous flyers?"

"They're the Wonderbolts, you goose; just how much did Sisbee tell you, anyways?"

After making a clear honking noise like a goose at the comment, Mimic fell silent, as if actually considering how much she had been told, only to reply when they reached the camp, which was lost in the bustle of ponies milling about; looks like it was time to move again. Their ringmaster, Reeves, was clearly seen in the middle of the fray, stomping his hooves impatiently as orders were spat out; not being the most patient of pony gave him hard edges that just wouldn't crack, no matter how hard one pushed. As two of the clown ponies, Tilly and Mills, tumbled by, he snapped at them to then turn to the duo that had just entered; nothing missed his gaze for long, considering he had the sharpest eyes of the entire group.

"Tilly, Mill, stop horsing around and get those ponies together or none of you will get bonus pay! C'mon people, let's move! Dewdrop, Mimic, I'll deal with you two later; get saddled up and let's get going or else we'll be late! I'M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER HERE!"

With more of the experienced ponies shaking their head to nudge the newer ones along, Mimic stuck like D like a burr as they made their way to where the other cart ponies were, one of their high flyer ponies, Scout, clopping a greeting to them on top of the cart they were going to pull; it didn't seem like much, but when unfolded, it was awe inspiring to what people could fit in there. Scout was a mustard coloured pony with a shortly cropped red mane; he was the daredevil and looked out for Mimic when he flew with her, for they were the flyer ponies that let them knew how close the circus was to their destination. Bumping hooves with the mottled pony in their friendly greeting, his wings hummed furiously as he allowed himself to become fired up; this was going to be a big gig for all of them!

"Ya ready, Meems?"

"You know it Scout!"

"Be safe, Mimic."

"Always, D; I won't let Scout out of my sight~"

With a chuckle and some stretching, Scout and Mimic took off, the only sound being heard soon after words was the furious beating of wings; they'd soon tire themselves out doing that, but neither of them were worried because of the fact that they were good fliers. Dewdrop simply sighed once again to start pulling the cart with the other older ponies, their hooves digging into the ground steadily as the cart trundled along as a good pace; they would hopefully get there soon, if the weather and ground permitted it. With the sun shining brightly overhead, and the sturdy grass beneath their feet turning into cobbled stones, they knew it wouldn't be long now. Hopefully the flying ponies would get there ahead of time and then, the fun would begin! Setting up was always fun and with more bodies to help, the process went that much quicker; who said all work no play was a bad thing? Besides, these ponies might…no, they must be better than the cities; country ponies had a refreshing way of looking at certain things. It would be a nice change from what the group was used to but then again, how would these ponies look at them? That was a question to be answered later on, tucked away in many of the groups mind as they plodded along, tugging the cart behind them. For who knows what would happen, especially in a place such as this; it was best to put those thoughts aside and for now, concentrate on work. That at least, was something they knew best.