Or hooves of turmoil, as the case may be, for when Davis left the room, he suddenly realized that all he could see was pink...and while he could feel what had to be an immense pressure on his chest, he could still breath just fine.

"Ohmygoodness somepony new to meet and greet and give a party!"

The pressure left him as the pinkness moved away to reveal another pony, this one with a smile he could only describe as infectious, for he felt himself smiling as well...or at least what probably counted as a smile from a beak. Did he feel teeth in his beak?

"You like parties right cause I'm going to be throwing you a party for coming to Ponyville because I gotta throw a party for anyone new here and mrrrff urph mmphmmmmm...."

"Pinkie, what have I told you about my patients and your hugs? Now, go to the waiting room with the others and be patient...this time, Pinkie Promise!"

Davis watched as the pink pony made a rather odd sounding promise to Syringe around the hoof in her mouth before...bouncing her way through a pair of doors, the doctor signalling for him to follow.

"I'm sorry sir, but she can be...overwhelming for out of town patients. Pinkie greets every new creature to set foot in this town, and usually does her best to give them a party. You won't escape it, just to let you know ahead of time. Trust me, many have tried. But they're nice parties, and the cake is more than worth dealing with Pinkie. Don't get me wrong, she's a good pony and a wonderful friend."

Davis shrugged his answer, following the colt into an office where he sat down behind a desk, pointing a hoof to a chair that Davis took.

"Now, I don't suppose you could write your name for us?"

He tapped a piece of paper that sat upon the desk, an ink well and quill sitting next to it. It took a few moments before Davis shook out the minor shock of seeing something so archaic being offered for regular writing. He lifted a talon in front of his face, clenching it once or twice, making a huff of a sigh as he reached for the quill, slowly and gently, and tried to grasp it.

Success! It was almost natural feeling as he picked it up, and placed it against the parchment, writing his name in blocky english letters, thinking that was the easiest to read.

Smiling and turning it to the doctor, he slowly lost that smile as the pony turned it this way and that, before looking at Davis with a curious stare.

"This is like no language I have seen. Do you know common Equestrian?"

He scribbled on the parchment himself and presented it to Davis, who looked at it with a curious glance of his own, the script before him made in the markings of...

Wait, those were hoofmarks all over the page! Looking at his own hindhooves, he wondered at this...but shook his head again, looking at the doctor with an uncertain gaze.

He huffed another sigh, shaking his head as an answer, followed by a cringe as in his slight depression, his wings had drooped. That sensation was going to drive him insane!

"How unfortunate. Is what you wrote the only one you know?"

Davis nodded, looking at his talons once more, before looking down at the hooves for his feet. Everything felt so alien, yet at the same time...natural. Just what was going on?

"Well, fortunately for you, one of the most studious ponies in the kingdom resides in this town, and is a Princess to boot. She should get you righted in no time, and likely knows what written language you're using. She's the one that found you, by the way. I still don't believe her story of you falling out of the sky though, and nary a scratch. Now, hold here while I go get her. I think she'll want to speak with you privately first. I'll show her your...script here while on the way back. At least you understand our speech, otherwise this would be rather difficult."

The doctor left the office, leaving the once human to think to himself as his eyes wandered the office.

That strange creature, the hole in reality itself, and now this. And what was his name again...why couldn't he remember? Something about siblings and chaos, but...was that an ant on the wall?

Davis was watching a small ant on the wall now, crawling its way hither and yon in search of food, Davis shaking his head and taking a second look, realizing he'd felt like he'd been looking at it much closer than he was now. His imagination probably.

"Hello?"

Davis shot out of his chair, the voice having come from right behind him without warning. Landing right back where he had launched from, he looked around the chair to spy a purple pony with wings and a horn, as well as what appeared to be a crown?

"Sorry to startle you. My name is Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Equestria and Element of Magic. I officially welcome you to Equestria, and extend the hospitality of the nation to you."

He fumbled out of the chair, trying to get into a bow. He didn't know this land, and if she were royalty, he probably had to bow. He hoped it wouldn't be grovelling...he wasn't sure he could take that at this time.

"No no, please, stand. I'm not one for bowing. I'm just a princess in title after all."

She smiled and chuckled a little, helping the Roavi to his claws and hooves as he'd managed to plant his beak into the floor.

"Now, I know you probably have lots of questions, though not nearly as many as I have. Such as how you got here, how you survived such a long fall and even getting ignited on the way down! And oh, where are the other Roavi? How many are there? Is there a hidden nation..."

Davis cocked his head in curiousity...and far further than he though he could, unsure of what this pony was talking about, while he grimaced and got his head straight. THAT was going to take some getting used to. Was she still blathering about questions?

"And how many feathers do you have, your bird species and pony species and...."

She stared at the claw that was now clamping her maw shut, the eyes of the creature before her pleading before letting go.

"Eh...hehe. Sorry, I get carried away when there's something new to study. After all, there hasn't been a Roavi sighting in thousands of years after the war of songs! But I'm getting ahead of myself. Please, follow me. I didn't recognize your script, but I know a librarian in Canterlot that knows every single form of writing in all of Equus!"

Davis began to head for the door when she held up a hoof. "No, silly. We're going to teleport there! Once we know your script, we'll be able to translate it easily."

Davis looked at her with a bemused expression. Teleport, yeah right....

If he could have screamed at that moment, he would have as he felt his entire world flip inside out. It was as if he'd been flushed down a giant toiled while also going through a wringer that was cold as all hell, and gravity was playing ping pong with his stomach.

It was over as soon as it began, but he clutched his stomach nonetheless, panting like he'd run a marathon.

"I'm sorry, I'm guessing you've never had a teleport spell used on you?"

He glared at the princess. Royalty or no, that wasn't nice, and he hoped she got the message in his face.

"That's a no, and a 'warn me next time' I take it?"

He nodded, glad she understood.

"Well, we're here nonetheless. Welcome to Canterlot Library!"

He took the moment to look all around him, spying the books...sooo many books! He was in heaven! There HAD to be a wonderful fiction section in this place, not that he needed it what with practically living one now! But regardless, it wouldn't hurt to sit and read to take his mind of the situation at some point. After all, what better way to escape reality than a good read? Oh right...actually escaping reality!

"Now, follow me please. We're going to see Ms. Scrawl, master of the script."

Davis huffed again, doing as she said. He hoped this would fix this communication issue, because being unable to voice how frustrated he was at the moment was starting to get old rather quickly. Traveling through the aisles and aisles of books was a nice change, though, from the hospital. Much more relaxing, and it gave him a moment to collect himself. Thankfully his wings were being cooperative and just staying put.

"Here we are. Linguistics department." She pressed through a door with the Roavi in tow, into a single small room with one simple looking desk, behind which was a very old looking pegasus, who looked rather bored.

"Ah, Ms. Sparkle. To what do I owe this...interruption to my studies? And what is this quill supply depot doing here?"

Davis: First impression...not so good.

"Now now Ms. Scrawl, we need your help because this gentlegryph is currently unable to speak, and writes in a language neither I nor his Doctor recognized. We were hoping you would know." He watched as the paper he had written on earlier floated over to the pegasus, who gave a sniff before holding it with her feathered wings...somehow...and proceeded to look it over. Slowly at first, then with several rereads before her face broke into shock.

"Im...impossible! This writing hasn't been used since before the founding of Equestria! Why, this is ancient script used by the southern Earth Pony Tribes before the wars themselves! I'm afraid most of the information regarding its meaning has been lost, however, I can assure you, Twilight, that though the writing is ancient, the words for them are still used to this day. In all technicality, we are speaking that language right now. It was common practice even before the wars for each tribe to speak the same language, but develop a different written language for the sake of keeping their written knowledge secret. Now, if we are done here, simply cast a spell that translates the written word to speech, and you shall have your answers. Begone, I have work to do!"

Throughout her speech, she'd calmed down to the point of looking bored once again, at which point she pointed at the door, Twilight nodding and taking her cue to leave with the mute.

"Well, I guess that should make things easier...I think. It's going to be difficult to keep quill and ink on hoof at all times."

Davis, meanwhile, was shaking like a leaf. That abrupt exit had made him flare his wings once again, and this time it was absolutely nerve racking! The sensations were driving him over the edge, to the point he fell on the ground holding his head, trying to scream out at how...no, this wasn't pain...it was something else entirely, but it might as well have been pain with how unbearable it was.

"Are...are you hurt? What's wrong? Mr...oh, Roavi, are you alright?"

She was giving him worried looks, but he couldn't see...couldn't hear. He was in pain that wasn't pain! It was so WRONG what he was feeling. Wings...tail...hooves...fur...feathers...nothing made sense! And why did it feel like his spine was on fire!?!

"Oh...oh my gosh! We're getting you to a doctor, now!"

That was the last he heard as he faded into the bliss of nothing that only existed in being unconscious.

Author's Note

Questions? Comments? Suggestions?

Hit me with what'cha got!

It's been a while coming, but I hope I can keep going this time. I want to continue this story very much.