It had been a year... a long... painful drawn out year and Airbush looked down from her clouds over looking cloudsdale, what had once been her home was now a respite to return to. The things she feared she didn't fear anymore, the things she dreaded were gone, stripped and taken from her as hidden blessings disguised as loss and regret.

For a year she had beaten herself up over everything she'd done... everything she could have changed. how it would have been different. But not today. Today was the first days of the new year in Equestria and she had survived. She had struggled the hardships of being an entertainer whose sole income was made by performing to other ponies. She had survived falling outs with friends and family, emotional upheaval and bitter anguish of the loss of it all.

Airbrush was not a pony to take things lightly if she transgressed anyone she obsessed over it for weeks and months until it chewed up her insides making her lament on what could have been. She had lost so much and seen so much it was hard for her to see it now but she knew in her heart that this too was not the end of the world.

"you're not lead-pony material" Spitfire had said. And years.... YEARS of this, training working toward it, honing her skills, crushed in an instant. But no... this wouldn't be the end. She was going to become the best damn wing pony this side of equestria and she'd do it with bravado.

She looked up from her tears and stared at the horizon, brimming with the rising sun. The burdens she had shoulder, coming up short on being the best, never being good enough, gone. The years of expectations and dissapointments and burdens of doubt all melted like butter off her back and for the first time in a year she stood tall, back no-longer haunched... head held high.

"My Name is Airbrush.... And I am finally free"