If there's one thing I loathe, it's eventful days. Today, much to my displeasure, is an eventful day.

And it just has to involve Rainbow Dash once again. I know she's a nice mare and all, but whenever I cross paths with her, trouble brews. My throat tightens on instinct whenever I spot her trotting or flying around. I don't exactly fear her, however. Rapid heartbeats indicate fear. What I do see in her is a mare with a habit for brewing conflict. The mess in Rainbow Falls is proof of this.

And with Spitfire lied to and everypony except for Rarity having glared at Rainbow, conflict is on the agenda.

Conflict makes my skin crawl.

There I am, standing in the middle of a mostly empty room, huddling up with my fellow teammates with the fate of a mare in our hooves. Wind Rider planted the seeds which lead to her accusation earlier, and I think almost everypony bought it hook, line, and sinker.

While Soarin and the others blabber on about whether to kick Rainbow out of the reserves right there, I just gaze blankly at Wind Rider. His wide, wrinkly grin and fluffed up eyebrows tickle my coat at the sight. They didn't match the air's cold tenseness. My head itches as I try digging out more reasons; nothing came of it.

"So you're certain Rainbow Dash did it?" Soarin asks, his eyes focus on Blaze. "I mean, the evidence points to her, but I just wanna make sure."

"I already told you, she's totally the culprit," Blaze says. She dons a deep scowl; I recoil in response. "She was the only one who visited Spitfire's room, she benefits the most from her absence, and there's the whole hair on the envelope thing."

I slowly nod and seal my lips. Blaze does have a point. The evidence suggests Rainbow was to blame. However, it all seems too effortless. If there's one thing I know Rainbow isn't, it's stupid. Sure, she's made terrible decisions in the past, but her friends always teach her a lesson. Just like how she taught me a lesson.

Rainbow wears the visage of an innocent mare.

But what if I'm wrong again? Do I even have a choice in the matter?

My stomach would churn and ache if I was wrong again. My voice is probably silent compared to Soarin and Wind Rider's.

"But Rainbow Dash doesn't seem like the kind of pony who'd do such a thing," Misty Fly adds. "But she's the most obvious guess." She rubs her head, scrunches her muzzle, and then lets out a groan. "I—I just don't know." Her shoulders sag.

I don't know as well. Glancing at Wind Rider again, I notice him talking with Stormy Flare, the latter biting her lip. His posture is quite relaxed, too relaxed; everypony else is sulking or on edge. He even wears a slight smile through it all.

Something in my heart prods me.

Wind Rider might be the culprit. All I have is flimsy evidence, but it may be him.

Exhaling, I raise my hoof.

"What is it, Fleetfoot?" Soarin asks.

I purse my lips and take another deep breath. "I think Wind Rider did it," I murmur. "He sent Spitfire the letter."

Soarin arches an eyebrow; he tilts his head. "Have you gone mad? Where's your evidence?"

I turn pale underneath my uniform. My hooves shake about, unable to remain still. "He seems so calm. And did you see him glaring at Rainbow earlier?"

"I did as well," Misty mentions. She crosses her forelegs. "Still, some quirky behavior isn't enough to convict him."

"I still think Rainbow Dash did it," Blaze says. The other Wonderbolts nod; Misty, Soarin, and myself are the exceptions. "Just saying."

"I guess we can give Rainbow a chance to clear her name," Soarin suggests. "I'll tell her the bylaws and go from there. Sound fair?"

We all nod, though my chest twinges.

Wind Rider has to be the culprit. Such unusual mannerisms have to be more than mere coincidences.

But I can't spend so long parroting an unpopular opinion. I must follow along. More conflict would arise and tear me limb from limb if I didn't.

Assuming Rainbow was guilty is the only option. Blaming Wind Rider without enough proof might result in a demotion.

Rainbow Falls lingers in my mind.

I don't have a choice in the matter after all. Hoping it ends well is all I can do now.