Before Ditzy's Eyesby DerpyHDChaptersChapter IChapter IIIChapter IVChapter IIChapter IDitzy Doo was delivering letters, as any other day. The Pegasus ponies had kept most of the clouds out of the sky and the air was fine. She laughed as she flew through a cloud and shivered as the cold water droplets clung to her fur and mane. All in all, a beautiful day. But today Ditzy wasn’t delivering any old letter. No, she was delivering a letter to Soarin of the Wonderbolts. (Of course she’d met other famous ponies before, but she was always a secret fan of the Wonderbolts.) She knew she had to compose herself somehow, but there was something about meeting one of the Wonderbolts that would make anypony’s eyes grow in excitement. As she landed, she quickly shook her yellow mane to make it fall back into its normal position, took a deep breath to stop her uncontrollable shaking and knocked on the door. She looked around nervously for something to look at herself in; maybe a pool of water or something, but found nothing. Just as she was about to leave, she heard footsteps from the inside, and before she knew it, she was standing face to face with Soarin of the Wonderbolts. “De-de-delivery for Mr Soarin?” Ditzy stuttered. “That’s me,” replied a smiling Soarin. “I’m just going to need you to si-sign he-here please,” Oh Ditzy! She thought. Why do I always have to mess it up when it comes to these kinds of things? “Of course, Ms Doo!” said Soarin. He sounded as if he were singing. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Ditzy more closely. “Is something wr-wrong, Mr Soarin?” she asked. “I’m sorry, I was just looking at your beautiful mane. Did you do something to it?” “No, no. It’s always been like this-“she stopped and shivered violently as a cold gust of wind blew and made the water on her body become colder than ever. “Oh!” Soarin exclaimed, “Do come in! You look freezing!” By now Ditzy was frantically looking for an excuse to escape. Not only was she scared to meet such a famous pony, now he was inviting her into his home! Ditzy couldn’t think of what to say, but decided that it was only polite that she accept. Chapter IIIDitzy turned around and flew away, quite slowly and clumsily, and Soarin silently chuckled to himself before closing the door and leaning on its hard body. He exhaled and quickly peeked out through his window, just in time to see Ditzy fly out of sight. This was impossible. He never thought in his whole life that his marefriend may be the mailpony of Ponyville. After that, they both went about their ordinary, daily lives and went to bed quite tired, but neither could fall asleep, excited about tomorrow. The next day… 11:55 a.m Ditzy woke up and yawned. She then sat up and stretched out her wings further than she knew she could. She then flapped her wings and was suddenly up in the air. Just as soon as she had woken up, there came the sound of a hoof knocking on the door. Now who could that possibly be so early in the morning? Ditzy thought before looking through a small hole in the door he had recently installed, so that she could see who was knocking. As soon as she saw Soarin was at the door, she recoiled as if she had been shoved in the chest. Impossible! He told me he was going to come at 12! She looked at a clock on her wall and gasped. It was 12! Quickly, she scrambled to the toilet and positioned herself in front of the mirror, fixing her mane with lightning speed, before the knocks sounded a second time. She turned around, a look of panic on her face and then quickly continued to make herself look presentable. She then bolted to the front door and before opening it, she made sure she was calm and composed, as to give the illusion that she had been expecting him. Then she opened the door. “Hey!” They both said at the same time, causing them both to blush and giggle a bit. “It’s great to see you!” They both said again at the same time. This time, it wasn’t so funny. “Well, this is awkward,” They both said at the same time yet again. ` This has got to be a joke! Ditzy said, trying her hardest to supress her laughter, with no clue that Soarin was saying the same thing. To avoid anymore awkwardness, Ditzy flew over to Soarin and embraced him warmly, saying it was great to see him. As she (reluctantly?) released him, he proceeded to call her a mind reader. The weather was perfect for a picnic, so that is exactly what Ditzy suggested. “That sounds like a great idea!” Soarin said, smiling warmly. Ditzy started to walk inside. “I won’t be a second, I just have to make some sandwiches. Do you prefer grass or herbs?” “Just grass would be beautiful” he replied, “But you really don’t have to worry!” “What do you mean-“Soarin stepped aside to reveal a picnic basket full of all sorts of great stuff, ranging from grass sandwiches, to carrots, to apple cider. “Oh thank you so much!” She said, and she truly meant it. “Where did you have in mind?” Soarin explained the place he wanted to eat at and asked if this was okay with Ditzy, who nodded vigorously, saying that she would have said the same thing. “Wanna race?” She said all of a sudden. “What?” Soarin asked, bewildered. Had he heard the mare right? “Would you like to race me there? She asked again, somewhat calmly. “Sure, if you don’t mind losing!” Soarin grinned. Ditzy laughed. “Oh, you’re on!” Soarin grabbed the handle of the basket between his teeth and slung it onto a harness on his back, before getting ready. “Okay. I’m counting us in. When I say ten, we fly. Got that? Or do you need me to repeat it?” Ditzy smiled mischievously. Soarin nodded his understanding and grinned. “It’s not too late to back out yet and you know… save your dignity,” Both the ponies were in a state now, ready for anything. “Not gonna happen!” Ditzy laughed. “It’s gonna be your dignity left in tatters when this is over! Alright. Ready to start?” Soarin adjusted his hoofing and nodded solemnly. “Alright. I warned you. One… two… TEN!” Ditzy shot forward with the elegance and speed of a bullet, leaving behind a cloud of dust.” Soarin coughed to clear his lungs of the dirt and laughed, before shooting forward, leaving a somewhat larger cloud of dust. Chapter IVAs Ditzy soared through the cloudless sky, she took a moment to not only acknowledge the Pegasus ponies for doing such a good job at keeping the skies clear, but to notice how beautiful the day was. Looking around she saw the beautiful sky, trees and small ponies on the ground. She was surprised – she never really knew how insignificant things were from the sky. “Beautiful…” she whispered to herself. Just then, Soarin shot past her, leaving her behind. Ditzy blinked to get rid of the dust in her eyes before looking up and seeing a small dot on the horizon. Ditzy knew she had to push herself to win, and put on that extra burst of speed, shooting off towards Soarin, but she was very quickly disappointed when she saw Soarin begin to descend. She had been defeated. She landed next to Soarin and looked down disappointedly. “Oh, it’s alright!” Soarin said, trying to reassure her, hoofing one of her fore-legs lightly. She looked up at him and smiled. “It’s just a race; of course it’s alright!” Ditzy replied, hoofing Soarin, although much harder. Soarin did his best to avoid showing pain, but dramatically failed and in the end, had to cover up with laughing, but then ended up choking on his laugh, making him look like a total tool. Ditzy laughed and apologized, and then the pair proceeded to sit down on a mat that Soarin had already seemed to have laid out. He then grabbed the basket from his back between his teeth and set it down on the mat, before pushing the flaps on top open with his hoof and pulling out a couple of grass sandwiches. Soon the pair were eating, and even though neither had said anything, the grass was bitter and the bread tough. There seemed to be something uncomfortable about the general atmosphere, that is, until Soarin opened up a compartment in the picnic basket that Ditzy had not seen before and pulled out something that she had never seen before. It had a cylindrical bottom, then opened up at the top like a flower, and it was huge. It had to weigh at least half a kilogram. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. Soarin smiled and took a bite out of his. Ooh… so it’s a kind of food? Ditzy thought. She sniffed it and eyed it from all angles, before taking a cautious nibble at it. Ditzy’s eyes widened. Her view became blurred for a second, and for an instant, she was extremely scared, before she realized it was her own tears making her vision blurry. She moved this new food around her tongue and savored the taste as if it were the last thing she would ever eat. Soarin was quick to react, instantly leaning forward and looking her up and down, searching for some sign of what had caused Ditzy any pain. “Ditzy? Ditzy! Are you alright?” Soarin asked, reaching over her shoulders with his hooves. He then began to shake her lightly as if to get her attention. Ditzy looked dazed. “Ye-yes… I think that I’m quite alright… This… this is beautiful! This is the most wonderful-est thing I’ve ever eaten. It… it’s… its-“ “Ditzy,” Soarin interrupted. “It’s just a muffin!” “If it’s JUST a muffin,” Ditzy demanded, “Then why have I never heard of this before?” Soarin just threw his hooves up into the air in defeat, then smiled at her. “I wanted these to be special, so I asked a really friendly Ponyvillian, Pinkie Pie, who is well known for her cakes and pastries, to make the biggest and sweetest muffins that she ever did, and by the looks of it, I guess she succeeded.” “Ooh! I know Pinkie Pie!” She exclaimed. “Yeah, when I asked her to make her sweetest, she kind of leaned into me and said that the sweetest was so sweet, it would kill anypony who ate it,” Soarin laughed. Ditzy giggled and looked into Soarin’s eyes. Soarin looked into Ditzy’s eyes. “So,” Soarin continued, and never for a minute taking his eyes off of the beautiful Ditzy Doo, “When she asked how sweet I wanted them to be, had I told her ‘As sweet as the heart of Ditzy Doo’” That’s when she couldn’t contain her feelings any longer. She jumped (or flew, or launched) herself to Soarin and embraced him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. She felt Soarin’s face get hot, and she also felt him recoil slightly, but he soon decided that it was much nicer to be in Ditzy’s embrace than anywhere else. “Ditzy, I know we’ve only known each other for a day or so, but I think I’m falling for you,” Soarin said softly into Ditzy’s ear. His voice was trembling and the short bursts of warm air tickled Ditzy’s ear. “You know what I love about you most, Ms Doo?” Soarin asked. “What would that be, Mr Soarin?” she asked back. “Your beautiful eyes. They kind of match the sunset.” “Wha-“ Ditzy turned away and saw that the sun was slowly setting over the horizon. “Oh my goodness! I’m going to have a lot of mail to deliver tomorrow!” “Don’t worry about tomorrow,” Soarin said soothingly. “Look, Soarin, I’d love to stay with you, but I’ve really got to get home,” Ditzy said quietly. Soarin looked down at his hooves. “No problem. May I accompany you?” “What a gentlecolt” Ditzy joked. “I would love that.” Soarin’s mood seemed to lighten up somewhat and he looked up and smiled. “Race you,” he grinned. Author's Note Hey guys. I now that Ditzy may seem a bit... out there, or even cocky right now, but remember that this is BEFORE Ditzy's Eyes. Chapter IISoarin’s living room sure is cosy, thought Ditzy as she bounced up and down on the couch. She had never sat on a couch so comfortable before. I guess this is what comes of being a Wonderbolt, Ditzy thought. I’m sure I could join something like that; after all I do have to fly pretty fast every day just to deliver the mail! She resolved to ask Soarin about it later. Just then, a door leading to another room opened up and out came Soarin, grinning from ear to ear, who then hovered over to a small couch opposite to where Ditzy was sitting and dropped onto it. “So, Ms Doo,” Soarin started “Please, Doo tell me about yourself?” Ditzy blushed a little bit. “Oh, well, there’s not much to tell about me, I’m just the mailpony around here, and I have not much else to do but fly around everyday. It can be quite difficult, but somepony has to do it!” Soarin smiled at Ditzy. What a wonderful pony. He thought. The rest of the conversation was a blur for Soarin; he pretty much just smiled and nodded, not really taking in what Ditzy was saying, but paying close attention to her eyes. How beautiful they were. She suddenly cocked her head. “Are you still there?” she said, wearing a seriously disapproving expression. Soarin was about to respond when she broke out in a grin and laughed. “Geez, Soarin! I’m just messing with you!” She laughed. Suddenly her ears perked up and she looked quite alarmed. Soarin was going to ask what was wrong, but her face betrayed it all. “I’ve really got to get going! Oh my goodness! I’ve forgotten! I have to be somewhere! I’m so sorry, I had no clu-“Soarin interrupted her. “It’s quite alright, nothing to worry about. Listen, before you go, I was wondering of you would like to go and, uh,” Soarin’s face contorted as if he were in deep thought, “Maybe go to eat. Food. With, me… together?” Ditzy blushed. He obviously hasn’t done this before She thought. “Well, I don’t know… I have my duties as a mailpony and all,” Soarin looked down with sadness, and suddenly Ditzy was overcome with an emotion. She didn’t know which one, but she knew that she couldn’t say ‘No.’ “Of course I’ll go with you,” she said. Soarin looked up, ecstatic. “Excellent! I’ll pick you up, at… say 12 o’clock tomorrow?” “Sounds good to me!” Ditzy said, before flying up a little and hovering to the door. Soarin then opened it and ushered her out. That moment was kind of awkward for the both, with Ditzy standing outside the door and Soarin standing inside, both thinking something like Should we hug or something? but they did nothing. Ditzy started to fly away but turned around to say goodbye. “See you at 12!” she shouted. “You too,” Soarin shouted back.
Chapter IDitzy Doo was delivering letters, as any other day. The Pegasus ponies had kept most of the clouds out of the sky and the air was fine. She laughed as she flew through a cloud and shivered as the cold water droplets clung to her fur and mane. All in all, a beautiful day. But today Ditzy wasn’t delivering any old letter. No, she was delivering a letter to Soarin of the Wonderbolts. (Of course she’d met other famous ponies before, but she was always a secret fan of the Wonderbolts.) She knew she had to compose herself somehow, but there was something about meeting one of the Wonderbolts that would make anypony’s eyes grow in excitement. As she landed, she quickly shook her yellow mane to make it fall back into its normal position, took a deep breath to stop her uncontrollable shaking and knocked on the door. She looked around nervously for something to look at herself in; maybe a pool of water or something, but found nothing. Just as she was about to leave, she heard footsteps from the inside, and before she knew it, she was standing face to face with Soarin of the Wonderbolts. “De-de-delivery for Mr Soarin?” Ditzy stuttered. “That’s me,” replied a smiling Soarin. “I’m just going to need you to si-sign he-here please,” Oh Ditzy! She thought. Why do I always have to mess it up when it comes to these kinds of things? “Of course, Ms Doo!” said Soarin. He sounded as if he were singing. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at Ditzy more closely. “Is something wr-wrong, Mr Soarin?” she asked. “I’m sorry, I was just looking at your beautiful mane. Did you do something to it?” “No, no. It’s always been like this-“she stopped and shivered violently as a cold gust of wind blew and made the water on her body become colder than ever. “Oh!” Soarin exclaimed, “Do come in! You look freezing!” By now Ditzy was frantically looking for an excuse to escape. Not only was she scared to meet such a famous pony, now he was inviting her into his home! Ditzy couldn’t think of what to say, but decided that it was only polite that she accept.
Chapter IIIDitzy turned around and flew away, quite slowly and clumsily, and Soarin silently chuckled to himself before closing the door and leaning on its hard body. He exhaled and quickly peeked out through his window, just in time to see Ditzy fly out of sight. This was impossible. He never thought in his whole life that his marefriend may be the mailpony of Ponyville. After that, they both went about their ordinary, daily lives and went to bed quite tired, but neither could fall asleep, excited about tomorrow. The next day… 11:55 a.m Ditzy woke up and yawned. She then sat up and stretched out her wings further than she knew she could. She then flapped her wings and was suddenly up in the air. Just as soon as she had woken up, there came the sound of a hoof knocking on the door. Now who could that possibly be so early in the morning? Ditzy thought before looking through a small hole in the door he had recently installed, so that she could see who was knocking. As soon as she saw Soarin was at the door, she recoiled as if she had been shoved in the chest. Impossible! He told me he was going to come at 12! She looked at a clock on her wall and gasped. It was 12! Quickly, she scrambled to the toilet and positioned herself in front of the mirror, fixing her mane with lightning speed, before the knocks sounded a second time. She turned around, a look of panic on her face and then quickly continued to make herself look presentable. She then bolted to the front door and before opening it, she made sure she was calm and composed, as to give the illusion that she had been expecting him. Then she opened the door. “Hey!” They both said at the same time, causing them both to blush and giggle a bit. “It’s great to see you!” They both said again at the same time. This time, it wasn’t so funny. “Well, this is awkward,” They both said at the same time yet again. ` This has got to be a joke! Ditzy said, trying her hardest to supress her laughter, with no clue that Soarin was saying the same thing. To avoid anymore awkwardness, Ditzy flew over to Soarin and embraced him warmly, saying it was great to see him. As she (reluctantly?) released him, he proceeded to call her a mind reader. The weather was perfect for a picnic, so that is exactly what Ditzy suggested. “That sounds like a great idea!” Soarin said, smiling warmly. Ditzy started to walk inside. “I won’t be a second, I just have to make some sandwiches. Do you prefer grass or herbs?” “Just grass would be beautiful” he replied, “But you really don’t have to worry!” “What do you mean-“Soarin stepped aside to reveal a picnic basket full of all sorts of great stuff, ranging from grass sandwiches, to carrots, to apple cider. “Oh thank you so much!” She said, and she truly meant it. “Where did you have in mind?” Soarin explained the place he wanted to eat at and asked if this was okay with Ditzy, who nodded vigorously, saying that she would have said the same thing. “Wanna race?” She said all of a sudden. “What?” Soarin asked, bewildered. Had he heard the mare right? “Would you like to race me there? She asked again, somewhat calmly. “Sure, if you don’t mind losing!” Soarin grinned. Ditzy laughed. “Oh, you’re on!” Soarin grabbed the handle of the basket between his teeth and slung it onto a harness on his back, before getting ready. “Okay. I’m counting us in. When I say ten, we fly. Got that? Or do you need me to repeat it?” Ditzy smiled mischievously. Soarin nodded his understanding and grinned. “It’s not too late to back out yet and you know… save your dignity,” Both the ponies were in a state now, ready for anything. “Not gonna happen!” Ditzy laughed. “It’s gonna be your dignity left in tatters when this is over! Alright. Ready to start?” Soarin adjusted his hoofing and nodded solemnly. “Alright. I warned you. One… two… TEN!” Ditzy shot forward with the elegance and speed of a bullet, leaving behind a cloud of dust.” Soarin coughed to clear his lungs of the dirt and laughed, before shooting forward, leaving a somewhat larger cloud of dust.
Chapter IVAs Ditzy soared through the cloudless sky, she took a moment to not only acknowledge the Pegasus ponies for doing such a good job at keeping the skies clear, but to notice how beautiful the day was. Looking around she saw the beautiful sky, trees and small ponies on the ground. She was surprised – she never really knew how insignificant things were from the sky. “Beautiful…” she whispered to herself. Just then, Soarin shot past her, leaving her behind. Ditzy blinked to get rid of the dust in her eyes before looking up and seeing a small dot on the horizon. Ditzy knew she had to push herself to win, and put on that extra burst of speed, shooting off towards Soarin, but she was very quickly disappointed when she saw Soarin begin to descend. She had been defeated. She landed next to Soarin and looked down disappointedly. “Oh, it’s alright!” Soarin said, trying to reassure her, hoofing one of her fore-legs lightly. She looked up at him and smiled. “It’s just a race; of course it’s alright!” Ditzy replied, hoofing Soarin, although much harder. Soarin did his best to avoid showing pain, but dramatically failed and in the end, had to cover up with laughing, but then ended up choking on his laugh, making him look like a total tool. Ditzy laughed and apologized, and then the pair proceeded to sit down on a mat that Soarin had already seemed to have laid out. He then grabbed the basket from his back between his teeth and set it down on the mat, before pushing the flaps on top open with his hoof and pulling out a couple of grass sandwiches. Soon the pair were eating, and even though neither had said anything, the grass was bitter and the bread tough. There seemed to be something uncomfortable about the general atmosphere, that is, until Soarin opened up a compartment in the picnic basket that Ditzy had not seen before and pulled out something that she had never seen before. It had a cylindrical bottom, then opened up at the top like a flower, and it was huge. It had to weigh at least half a kilogram. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with it. Soarin smiled and took a bite out of his. Ooh… so it’s a kind of food? Ditzy thought. She sniffed it and eyed it from all angles, before taking a cautious nibble at it. Ditzy’s eyes widened. Her view became blurred for a second, and for an instant, she was extremely scared, before she realized it was her own tears making her vision blurry. She moved this new food around her tongue and savored the taste as if it were the last thing she would ever eat. Soarin was quick to react, instantly leaning forward and looking her up and down, searching for some sign of what had caused Ditzy any pain. “Ditzy? Ditzy! Are you alright?” Soarin asked, reaching over her shoulders with his hooves. He then began to shake her lightly as if to get her attention. Ditzy looked dazed. “Ye-yes… I think that I’m quite alright… This… this is beautiful! This is the most wonderful-est thing I’ve ever eaten. It… it’s… its-“ “Ditzy,” Soarin interrupted. “It’s just a muffin!” “If it’s JUST a muffin,” Ditzy demanded, “Then why have I never heard of this before?” Soarin just threw his hooves up into the air in defeat, then smiled at her. “I wanted these to be special, so I asked a really friendly Ponyvillian, Pinkie Pie, who is well known for her cakes and pastries, to make the biggest and sweetest muffins that she ever did, and by the looks of it, I guess she succeeded.” “Ooh! I know Pinkie Pie!” She exclaimed. “Yeah, when I asked her to make her sweetest, she kind of leaned into me and said that the sweetest was so sweet, it would kill anypony who ate it,” Soarin laughed. Ditzy giggled and looked into Soarin’s eyes. Soarin looked into Ditzy’s eyes. “So,” Soarin continued, and never for a minute taking his eyes off of the beautiful Ditzy Doo, “When she asked how sweet I wanted them to be, had I told her ‘As sweet as the heart of Ditzy Doo’” That’s when she couldn’t contain her feelings any longer. She jumped (or flew, or launched) herself to Soarin and embraced him, and planted a kiss on his cheek. She felt Soarin’s face get hot, and she also felt him recoil slightly, but he soon decided that it was much nicer to be in Ditzy’s embrace than anywhere else. “Ditzy, I know we’ve only known each other for a day or so, but I think I’m falling for you,” Soarin said softly into Ditzy’s ear. His voice was trembling and the short bursts of warm air tickled Ditzy’s ear. “You know what I love about you most, Ms Doo?” Soarin asked. “What would that be, Mr Soarin?” she asked back. “Your beautiful eyes. They kind of match the sunset.” “Wha-“ Ditzy turned away and saw that the sun was slowly setting over the horizon. “Oh my goodness! I’m going to have a lot of mail to deliver tomorrow!” “Don’t worry about tomorrow,” Soarin said soothingly. “Look, Soarin, I’d love to stay with you, but I’ve really got to get home,” Ditzy said quietly. Soarin looked down at his hooves. “No problem. May I accompany you?” “What a gentlecolt” Ditzy joked. “I would love that.” Soarin’s mood seemed to lighten up somewhat and he looked up and smiled. “Race you,” he grinned. Author's Note Hey guys. I now that Ditzy may seem a bit... out there, or even cocky right now, but remember that this is BEFORE Ditzy's Eyes.
Chapter IISoarin’s living room sure is cosy, thought Ditzy as she bounced up and down on the couch. She had never sat on a couch so comfortable before. I guess this is what comes of being a Wonderbolt, Ditzy thought. I’m sure I could join something like that; after all I do have to fly pretty fast every day just to deliver the mail! She resolved to ask Soarin about it later. Just then, a door leading to another room opened up and out came Soarin, grinning from ear to ear, who then hovered over to a small couch opposite to where Ditzy was sitting and dropped onto it. “So, Ms Doo,” Soarin started “Please, Doo tell me about yourself?” Ditzy blushed a little bit. “Oh, well, there’s not much to tell about me, I’m just the mailpony around here, and I have not much else to do but fly around everyday. It can be quite difficult, but somepony has to do it!” Soarin smiled at Ditzy. What a wonderful pony. He thought. The rest of the conversation was a blur for Soarin; he pretty much just smiled and nodded, not really taking in what Ditzy was saying, but paying close attention to her eyes. How beautiful they were. She suddenly cocked her head. “Are you still there?” she said, wearing a seriously disapproving expression. Soarin was about to respond when she broke out in a grin and laughed. “Geez, Soarin! I’m just messing with you!” She laughed. Suddenly her ears perked up and she looked quite alarmed. Soarin was going to ask what was wrong, but her face betrayed it all. “I’ve really got to get going! Oh my goodness! I’ve forgotten! I have to be somewhere! I’m so sorry, I had no clu-“Soarin interrupted her. “It’s quite alright, nothing to worry about. Listen, before you go, I was wondering of you would like to go and, uh,” Soarin’s face contorted as if he were in deep thought, “Maybe go to eat. Food. With, me… together?” Ditzy blushed. He obviously hasn’t done this before She thought. “Well, I don’t know… I have my duties as a mailpony and all,” Soarin looked down with sadness, and suddenly Ditzy was overcome with an emotion. She didn’t know which one, but she knew that she couldn’t say ‘No.’ “Of course I’ll go with you,” she said. Soarin looked up, ecstatic. “Excellent! I’ll pick you up, at… say 12 o’clock tomorrow?” “Sounds good to me!” Ditzy said, before flying up a little and hovering to the door. Soarin then opened it and ushered her out. That moment was kind of awkward for the both, with Ditzy standing outside the door and Soarin standing inside, both thinking something like Should we hug or something? but they did nothing. Ditzy started to fly away but turned around to say goodbye. “See you at 12!” she shouted. “You too,” Soarin shouted back.
