Ditzy's Dance

by Plyxe

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad
Length: 1051

Ditzy reflects on old memories.

Ditzy thinks about the past, with a good friend.

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Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-29 05:30:01 UTC

Remembering

Step.  Step.

   Two sets of hindlegs were parallel to each other, perfectly aligned.  They were several inches apart, but connected.  Each movement one made, the other copied, or mirrored.  Whatever happened, they were in unison.

   Harmony.

Step.  Step.

   They moved slowly, decisively, yet in such a relaxed manner that it seemed no effort was required.  They danced a deep, silent dance, gracefully maneuvering about.  No destination, no goal; aimlessly wandering, because there was no need to go anywhere else.

   Companionship.

Step.  Step.

   If anypony had been watching, they would have marvelled at the sight.  The sight of two such content, happy ponies, embracing each other.  If there were, the two participants wouldn’t have noticed, for their world was their partner, and their partner’s world them.

   Love.

Step.  Step.

   One of the two lifted her head, gazing at her companion.  The other pony simply stared down at her, their eyes meeting.  No words needed to be said, for this visual contact stated it all quite clearly, the words that meant so much to them.

I love you.

Step.  Step.

   Ditzy sighed and laid her head back against his chest.  His soft, warm chest, through which she could hear his steady heartbeat, and feel it as it thumped.  The sound relaxed her, calmed her with its repetitive beats, making a rhythm that she could fall asleep to.  Her lullaby.

   She knew, because she heard it at night while in his arms.

   Here, with him, she could let her troubles fade.  All the names, all the insults, they just slipped away when he held her.  He was her guardian, her shield, and her comfort.

Step.  Step.

   It seemed that there was a spotlight resting around them, bathing them a pale light.  Then again, it could have been completely dark, and Ditzy wouldn’t care.  Wrapped in his embrace, nothing mattered anymore.

   She had always known it was him.  It seemed like just yesterday, he had been a stranger that she’d happened to walk into in the marketplace.  But they became friends, and that friendship became something... more.  It seemed that they were made for each other.

   She’d found out he was a pastry chef.  He tried to teach her how to bake.  As it turned out, she wasn’t the best at it.  But she remembered that the first thing he’d taught her how to make: muffins.

   At first, she had completely, utterly failed at it, the result being charred lumps.  But it seemed that he was determined to teach her, so they tried again, and again.  Eventually, after several days and a lot of wasted ingredients, she’d gotten the hang of it.  Ditzy found that she really liked muffins.

Step.

   He’d once asked her what her cutie mark meant.  So she told him.

   A long time ago, as a filly, Ditzy was made fun of for her eyes.  She’d been called names like ‘Wall-Eyes’ or ‘retard’, and worst of all, ‘Derpy Hooves’.  She’d hated flight school.  Often, she’d spend her time away from the other ponies, even the teachers.

   Her favorite pastime was watching things.  She would sit on clouds and observe birds as they flew below.  But one thing that she had loved to look at were bubbles.  Bubbles were extraordinary things to the younger Ditzy.  When she looked at them, she could see the amazing patterns of colors and distorted images reflected by the light.  They were spellbinding, but fleeting.   Still, they were wondrous creations.

   One day, while watching a few bubbles floating about, some of her classmates came over to ridicule her further, but were confused as to what she was doing.  When they’d asked her, she explained.  Explained that the bubbles reflected the beautiful things around them, and in turn, became beautiful themselves.  And although they only last a short time, this brevity succeeded in emphasizing their their strange wonder even further.  And then her classmates watched the bubbles as well, enraptured by their victim’s odd philosophy, and saw that her words were true.

   Ditzy received her cutie mark that day, for she was able to see the hidden beauty in things that others would miss.  Coincidentally, the bullies seemed to slacken with their insults after that.

Step.

   That wasn’t the end, though.  Whenever she met somepony, one of the first things they would do was comment on her eyes.  It wasn’t intentionally rude, but it was still an implied insult.

   Then again, it wasn’t always implied.  Some of the meaner ponies, like the bullies, would be less neutral.  And they would tease her, or just outright call her names.  Like ‘Wall-Eyes’, or ‘retard’.

   ‘Derpy Hooves’.

   He hadn’t, though.  He was different.  And he had promised he would protect her from the bullies, and all of the nasty things they said.  All of the insults, and the names.

Protector.

Step.

   They stopped their dance, and looked at each other once more.  He leaned his head down, and she leaned up.  Their faces closed the distance, and never did their eyes stray.

   Their lips met.

I love you.

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   Ditzy Doo jerked upright in her bed.  Her body was hot, and the rush of cold air as the blanket was thrown from her torso chilled her to the bone.

   She looked around, confused.  Her room was dark, illuminated only by weak light streaming in through the window, casting shadows that made the room seem even darker.   The light was interspersed with small shapes, and the pitter-patter of rain could be heard as it fell upon the roof.

   Her heart sank as she noticed something else, or rather that there wasn’t.

   He was gone.  She was alone again.

   Tears welled in her eyes.  It wasn’t fair.

Why?

   But before the dam could break, a small voice interrupted her.  “Mommy?  What’s wrong?”

   Ditzy looked down at her side.  Lying there was a small unicorn filly.  She had a purple coat, with a blonde mane.  And there, staring at her, was a pair of golden eyes.  Worried eyes.

   Ditzy forced a smile.  “It’s nothing, Dinky.  Go back to sleep.”

   Dinky complied, rolling over and getting comfortable.  Ditzy laid back down, draping an arm across her daughter’s body.  Within a minute, she was asleep.

   While Dinky dozed lightly, her mother observed her with a genuine smile.  She’s so beautiful.

   She lightly kissed the blonde mane and rested her head on the pillow.

   What he had done for Ditzy, Ditzy would do for Dinky.  She would be strong.  Protect her.  Take care of her.

Sleep well, my little muffin.  I love you.