Ditzy Doo Ventures Forth!

When the dust settled the filly was set on the sidewalk, completely unharmed. A shadow fell over her and she became stunned out of fright yet again, until a masculine voice behind her said “You almost got crushed young filly! Are you alright?” She turned around, and noticed that there was a towering figure above her, with some kind of protrusion out of his head. What sort of monster was this, some beast who would consume the young and who’s presence darkens the very sun around its victims? No, for when the figure lowered its head, the light showed that the protrusion was the visor of some type of cap, and the shadow was no monster at all, but in the light it was revealed to be a pony.

“Huh, must’ve shaken you up a bit, your eyes seem to be a bit wonky. Are you okay?” The adult asked. The filly understood little, and cocked her head to the side in a questioning manner, for she had learned little in the way of language besides the absolute basics, able to understand little and speak even less.

“Where are your parents?” He asked again, and that she understood. As though the thought only then occurred to her, she began to search frantically, almost frightening the adult as it was made evident that even she did not know. She began to cry out, feelings beyond the understanding of such a young pegasus began to flood her, and he stepped back, afraid that he may have upset the filly.

“Hush now, it’s alright.” He stated, mostly to himself. This gentle reassurance began to quiet the small filly, though she still whimpered with fear. “Look, we’ll just try and get you some help, okay?” He said, still taken slightly aback from notice her eyes still seemed to point in two very different directions.

“Come on, follow me.” He said, turning around and gesturing for her to follow with his wing. It was then that she became elated, another pegasus, with some kind of wooden box on the side of his flank. Perhaps he will be able to help her find her way home! She got up, rather unsteadily, and trotted to his side. He was relieved to see this pleasant change of mood, and looked into the street to see shattered pink pieces of whatever the filly was near. He assumed it was simply some trash left by some careless pedestrian and he walked slowly into the town with no clear goal, but to any sort of authority. He tried to keep his pace slow enough so the filly would be able to follow, though it was quite a tricky feet in itself as the young one stumbled occasionally, though he was always quick to prevent her from falling down.

They passed by an elaborately decorated baked goods store, which itself looked edible from the outside. Such astounding architecture was of little note to the stallion, but the aroma filled both of their nostrils. The filly began to slow down and then stare at the building, her hunger resurfacing and causing her to whimper. He took notice of this shortly when he sensed that she had fallen behind. He noticed that the filly began to move towards the door, pitifully attempting to open it.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” he asked. She replied by nodding her head weakly. He happily opened the door for her, and inside was nearly as astounding as the building outside. She moved inside, taking in all of her surroundings, when something caught her attention. The proprietor of the establishment had just set a tray of muffins down to cool on the counter, and this caught Ditzy’s attention most of all. The stallion watching her noticed her fascination with the treats on the counter and took notice of how the filly was ignoring all of the appetizing cakes and other confections and seemed fixated on what appeared to be such a rather humble pastry. He smiled and purchased one of the muffins for the young pony and set it down for her to eat, and eat she did. It took hardly a moment for her to consume the entire treat and it was clear she desired more, and he was still quite happy to oblige.

While the filly was eating the muffin, the stallion attempted conversation with her. “My name’s Crafty Crate, what’s yours?” he asked. She finished the muffin shortly, and felt fulfilled, no longer hungry. Understanding what the large pegasus asked, she attempted desperately to say her name, but it was mostly unintelligible.

“D-D…Di” was all that she was able to repeat, slightly frustrating him but then she took a deep breath began to elaborate on her name more clearly “D…Ditzy Doo.” She had finally managed to say. He sighed with relief, hoping that this may finally be able to aid his search for her parents.

Still with the hope that she can speak, he continued “So Ditzy, where are your parents?” Unfortunately, this was beyond her ability to speak, and any further attempts at communication appeared to be garbled at best. He shook his head, knowing that this would bring them not much closer to searching for her parents. “Well anyway, I suppose we should get back to seeing about trying to find your parents. Come along.” He commanded, but in as gentle as he could manage.

They left the building and he decided to go to one of the tallest buildings in town, which he correctly determined to be city hall. Crafty climbed the steps leading to the building, expecting the younger pegasus to follow after, though he overestimated this simple ability and the age of the filly and thus descended and aided in her ascent, gently encouraging her to climb up as well on her own with words of “Alright, up you go,” pausing periodically to remember her oddly chosen name before continuing with “Ditzy.” Once at the doors to city hall, he opened the fuchsia doors and entered with Ditzy in tow, entering into an office filled with the smell of freshly prepared paper heavy with ink. He set up a meeting with the appropriately named Mayor Mare, and sat awkwardly next to the young filly with crossed eyes, waiting to be called in to the office.

Although he spent most of the trip trying not to pay attention to what may have been an illness inflicted on the filly, he could seldom help but to notice that the eyes stayed fixed in two separate directions. She noticed him watching her and looked at him with one eye while the other wandered in another direction, and she smiled. It was clear to him that she could see him quite well, and if it were an infliction of some sort it was not interfering with her. He returned the smile, an expression clearly not often seen on the rugged face. They were called in and both got up and proceeded into the mayor’s office.