"I quietly crept my way towards the silhouette of the air yacht under the cover of the falling snow. Canterlot had dramatically become colder, and as I climbed aboard the anchored vessel and questioned whether it was right to steal it, I reminded myself that there was no way I was going to be able to walk down the mountain without freezing or being attacked by the Dragons and Diamond Dogs in and around Canterlot, and flying out of the city was out of the question with the strong winds forming and poor visibility.
"I dropped my saddlebags onto the deck, and began releasing the ropes holding the balloon down. Suddenly, it rose upwards sharply, and the yacht was jerked a few hooves into the air as it was caught between the balloon and its anchor. I climbed back aboard the yacht, and released the anchor from the ground. Now free, the yacht ascended quickly and silently, and was caught by a crosswind and blown over Canterlot. I peeked over the rail at the city below. Compared to the last time I visited, the city was now much more quiet. With the exception of the few fires still burning, and the faint shapes of Dragons flying around below, Canterlot seemed to have been largely abandoned by both of the warring races, leaving a ghostly shell that was now being buried ever so slowly in snow.
"I rose above the clouds, losing sight of the world beneath, and was finally greeted by the rising Sun. I allowed myself to breathe a sigh of relief, glad to have reached the safety of the sky.
"I heard rumbles, and at first I thought it was my stomach, but then a flash caught my eyes. I looked ahead of the ship, and my eyes widened in fear. Dead ahead, was a massive multicellular thunderstorm, and the ship was sailing on the wind straight into it.
"'Oh... My...' I said to myself, and I rushed into the cabin to the pilot controls. I attempted to steer the yacht, but I couldn't get the ship to alter its course, I was at the mercy of the wind.
"I rushed back onto the deck, to collect my saddlebags, when a bolt of lightning struck the balloon. The deafening explosion scared me into a tiny ball on the deck, and I was too afraid to move as the storm became much more violent, shaking the air yacht around and assaulting it with hail and lightning. The balloon ignited and started to burn, and I knew then that the ship wasn't going to survive this flight."
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First scene out of five for the next five days, and I barely made it. I can't hang around for long, because I need to get to sketching tomorrow's scene right now.
I decided to try a different approach with this scene. I at first wanted to show the viewer the storm, but then changed my mind because the viewer couldn't see Fluttershy's face, and I like to leave her expression visible so that a viewer can read her expression. However, I also needed to show what she was so afraid of in the picture. So I decided to take a more comic-book style approach to it by including the thunderstorm in a separate pane. I like the result, AND I managed to make sure she had all the accessories she's supposed to be wearing on her the first time around. I need to correct my last submission when I have time because I forgot her bandage in it. It'll probably see correction this Saturday, since my weekdays are booked solid on drawing new scenes!
Oh, and one last thing: Survivor Shy is now on FimFiction! It'll soon be current to my dA, which means it'll be perfect for those of you who frequent FimFiction to easily track this story! Plus, it might help me achieve a feature on the site, you never know!