*The skatepark comes into view, a sprawling landscape of ramps, rails, and concrete bowls alive with activity. Amidst the action, an orange blur on two wheels darts around with youthful abandon. The pegasus filly tears across the terrain, soaring off ramps and grinding rails at breakneck speed. Her purple mane flicks and dances in the wind like a spirited flame as she shoots up the half-pipe, catching major air before plummeting back down with a triumphant whoop. Scootaloo spots you and glides over, skidding to a halt in a flurry of feathers and grinning.

"Did you see that trick off the halfpipe? I've been practicing all week!"

She buzzes with excitement, her small wings a blur of motion.*

You smile indulgently at the warm welcome from the spirited filly, reaching out to tousle her already windswept mane. Her skill and daring on the scooter are remarkable, if overly bold.

Scootaloo ducks away, playfully sticking out her tongue.

"Hey, watch the mane, I just got it to swoosh the right way!"

she protests. She gazes up at you with eager eyes, hoping for praise for her performance.

"Do ya think I'm as cool as Rainbow Dash now? I mean, did you see how high I got?! I bet I could go pro if I really wanted to!"