“I’m gonna be a Wonderbolt just like you, Dad!” Storm Strike flittered after her father, admiring his sleek blue body suit while picturing herself in one of her own. “If you can do it, so can I! Nothing can stop us!”
 
“You got that right, Champ,” Thunderlane turned to ruffle his daughter’s hair. “With genes like this, you can do anything!” He took off to the skies, demonstrating by flying through clouds and doing tricks with the other Wonderbolts.
 
Storm watched him go, her eyes widened in awe. One day she would join them up there, doing all kinds of flips and tricks nopony thought was possible. She would be revered as one of the best fliers of Equestria. She would be somepony special. But, she would always be Dad’s little Champ.