It was a beautiful day at Cantermore, but there was nothing for Tale Spinner to do. There were no giant frogs to fight or rescue, no missing foals, no magical artifacts stolen from the university, no alien-carrying meteors, and all her friends were at work. She’d already caught up on all of Daring Do’s books, which just made her more restless for adventure. She’d flown around looking for quests, and instead found herself helping an old mare find her way to the train station (by carrying her, despite her insistence that she could walk) and helping a farmer haul potatoes. When she asked the Royal Guard if there were any criminals on the loose, he gave her a scathing look and told her not to make trouble.
So Tale caught a thermal above the turrets and soared over the city walls. She flew around the mountain until Cantermore was no longer visible, then higher and higher, where the winds blew faster and colder. She couldn’t wait until she was on a proper adventure again, but for now, she could go on a long flight.