Chapter 2: Scootaloo?
"You do know that I will kill you in the morning. After breakfast of course, because I'm not cooking if somepony else can do it for me," said Lightning as the duo reached Steel's home.
Steel Script's home was a comfortable hut, half of which was built into a large, ancient oak tree which had hollowed with old age, allowing a study and two bedrooms to be built within its trunk. The rest of the hut jutted out, yet remaining melded with the tree, a strange sight on the edges of the Everfree Forest.
"Whatever. Kill me, and you don't get the antidote. And don't bother going to Zecora, she still refuses to talk to you after last time," replied the unfazed Steel Script.
As the sun rose the next morning, Steel Script woke to a bed covered in light grey feathers, the sight of which forced a chuckle out of the unicorn.
"You do know I hate the ground right?" Lightning shot at the light green pony on the bed below him, spreading his now bare wings.
"Yes, Chicken Wings, I do. You keep reminding me every five minutes. What do you have against the ground? I fail to see what it could have done to you." replied Steel, laughter clear in his voice.
"The ground is a dangerous place"
"More dangerous than flying? The sky is full of tornadoes, strong wind currents, and thunderclouds."
"Whatever, you're carrying me around while you gather the stuff you need for the antidote so I can fly again, just let me get my jacket."
Steel rolled his eyes at Lightning's last order.
"Fine, but touch my mane and I WILL buck you off this time," Steel grumbled as he unceremoniously lifted the Pegasus onto his back and left his home.
Steel plodded steadily along, muttering curses silently as the pegasus he carried constantly squirmed in an effort to get comfortable.
"Why in Celestia's name did you come?" cried Steel exasperatedly.
"Because your house is stupidly dangerous," replied Lightning, a hint of fear in his voice.
"It's a hut on the edge of the Everfree, how can it be dangerous?"
"I could trip on the rug in the lounge."
"A rug?"
"Yes! Rugs are on the ground, therefore they're dangerous"
"It's a rug!"
"I could fall down those stupid stairs! Why do those things even exi-"
CRASH!
Lightning found himself tangled in the branches of a tree after being bucked forcibly off Steel's back.
Steel looked at Lightning, anger tempered with laughter in his lilac eyes.
"I warned you not to touch my mane."
"At least I'm off the ground."
"Well, there is our first ingredient," Steel said, pointing at it.
"Finally."
The sun had passed its peak before Steel had carried Lightning to locations were all the ingredients could be found and had since returned to Steel's house.
"Hurry up and make the antidote, I want to get off the ground," whined Lightning, flapping his naked wings with all his might and to no avail.
"Alright, I will, it's just that it takes time to make it, but I can promise you that you will have your feathers back before the end of the day," Steel called over his shoulder as he walked down a hall at the back of the lounge and opened the door to the bathroom.
"Just make it quic-"
THUNK
Steel came out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to find Lightning Flicker on floor in the lounge.
"I tripped over your fucking rug!"
Steel sat down quickly before falling backwards, laughing hysterically at the sight and implications of what just occurred.
"You have GOT to be kidding me!" laughed Steel's as he tried to regain his composure.
"Just make that fucking antidote!" cried Lightning Flicker.
"Okay, okay," chuckled Steel as he returned to the task at hand.