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While Rainbow Dash and Spitfire were trapped in Mount Everhoof, dealing with one new danger after another, Fleetfoot was still stuck in bed with her two broken legs. Sure, she is recovering with the good company of an AWOL Twilight Guard, Thunder Glide, as well as an internationally desired human, Justin (Cerb). Her efforts of fighting alongside Cerb and supporting his efforts had granted her a stay in the Crystal Empire, specifically, close to Cerb himself.
However, this long had been going on particularly long with two other mares out for so long on what was supposed to be a weather patrol.
The long day had been mostly quiet for Cerb. Having spent much of the day comforting Fleetfoot, then helping her sober up, discussing possible future plans, but they hadn’t much else to do. At the same time, the silence wasn’t sitting well with Cerb.
“It’s getting dark. They should have been back by now.”
Thunder Glide looked out the open balcony from the bed next to Cerb, watching the sunset with him. Her concerns were much the same.
“Rainbow Dash and Spitfire are both experienced fliers, and you know they can handle themselves in a fight. Certainly, Dash can… but the weather out here is pretty harsh, and I’m in no condition to be out looking for them.”
On the other side of Cerb, Fleetfoot tapped her hooves together, humming and thinking.
“Hmm… Cold weather operations.” Tap-tap-tap. “Night-time flight procedures… Winter season training cancellations…” Tap-tap… Tap. “No… Something’s wrong. Thunder Glide, go get Cadance. Spitfire knows not to be out this late.”
Hearing the request but not understanding, Thunder Glide turned and gave Fleetfoot a confused look.
“What? What’s wrong? What does she know?”
“GO!” Fleetfoot shouted, pointing her hoof at the door. “I need Cadance up here, now! I’ll explain it to her so you don’t have to! Go!”
That was a clear enough motivator for Thunder, and she hurried off the bed and was out the door. However, now Cerb was even more concerned. His rapidly rising anxiety had him sliding off the bed to fetch his clothes.
“Fleets? Tell me, what’s wrong? Give me the quick and dirty.”
Fleetfoot tapped her forehooves together a few more times, her eyes twitching back and forth, internally searching her memories again for all the details while watching Cerb struggle to dress himself.
“We have year-round cold weather rescue training for all Wonderbolts. We need it for all the kingdoms we might travel into, as well as high-altitude complications… but here… Night time. Winters. Always the same problem.”
She stopped tapping her hooves and started to sit up. Every motion she made caused her pain, but lying down was no longer comfortable for her either.
“It gets too cold, even with our flight suits, and Spitfire knows that. She wouldn’t risk her safety or Rainbow Dash’s… Something had to have gone wrong. We’re going to need to mobilize a search team, and I can’t do that like this. I mean, I could if I could get the word out, but—”
With a little last-second help from Cerb, Fleetfoot sat upright, her legs propped up with pillows.
“Emph… yeah… This is going to be an emergency order only a Princess can authorize to get the help we need.”
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For this pic, most of Fleetfoot’s rework was routing. Moving her wings around didn’t take too much work, but giving her a new forehoof was harder than it should have been. Mostly just the stupid angel she had it cocked at. Also, this was the first time I had to work on their frogs… I wasn’t ready for that. I should have been, since I saw the pose well before I started working on it.
Otherwise, most of the work went into the bed, pillows, and FUCK THAT CASTS. Holy hell. I need a better way to make casts for broken limbs because, fuck me running, this was the best I could do. And granted, the lower portion looks fine, but around the upper thigh… I’m not proud how it looks.
In the end, there was a bit too much going on in the picture for how simple it started off in my head.
Oh yeah, apparently, perchance doesn’t know how to render a character on their back with their legs resting apart unless you describe their genitals in the tags. That was fun to learn.
…I’m not expecting a lot of love for this one, but that’s okay. I think I at least learned a bit from all the mistakes in making it.
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