It was a beautiful day out. Celestia’s bright summer sun shone with its usual regal glory, bathing Ponyville and her citizens in a warm golden glow. The calm breeze accompanying the weather was perfect; just tame enough to offset the summer heat without becoming uncomfortable. The air was alive with dozens of summer scents and sounds; from the enticing smell of treats in the middle of baking over at Sugarcube Corner, to the excited shouts of filles and colts playing in the town square, to the distant chirping of the cicadas. You couldn’t ask for a more picture-esque portrait of the season.
Ditzy Doo however, was particularly aware of the smell of daffodils, as her face was currently buried in a small patch of them, the rest of her body mangled up behind her. While far from her worst landing ever, it certainly could have gone better. Behind her she could hear the familiar giggling of her friends, her antics never failing to cause a few laughs at her expense. While she knew that they meant no harm from their simple comments, Ditzy was still grateful that her face was out of view, not having to worry about her friends spotting her bright red cheeks.
She took a moment to compose herself before getting up with an exaggerated start, using the opportunity to play out the scene a bit more for comedic effect. She slowly got up on her hooves, making sure to accentuate an apparent difficulty of keeping her balance. Lyra was the first one to get her giggling under control and ask the logical question, “You OK, Ditzy?”
She swayed a few more times before slowly turning her head around to meet Lyra’s gaze, “Huh…who put that there?”
The joke wasn’t particularly funny, but it didn’t need to be. Her lazy eye combined with the slow head turn was enough to send Lyra and the others into stitches again. Bon Bon nearly lost her balance as she grabbed onto Golden Harvest to keep from falling over.
Ditzy couldn’t help but put on an awkward smile at the sight playing out in front of her. She loved her friends, and was always willing to take a bit of harmless abuse if it meant making them happy.
Still though, it wasn’t as if she was doing all these things on purpose, not exactly. While essentially filling the role of the practical joker among her small social circle, everypony in town knew that Derpy was a little bit…different. She did her best to roll with the punches and put on an air of confidence and indifference, but still, she couldn’t help but wonder if their laughter wasn’t at least partially targeted at her.
Just a few paragraphs, based on an idea I had at work today about Derpy.
Its not even close to done, but I’ve never written straight prose before. Was wondering if anyone would be interested in reading the small introduction?
There is no such thing as “no reason to share Derpy.” Derpy is her own reason for sharing!
Is Carrot Top and Derpy a thing? Cuz there’s a few of thes on dA
This one was particularly awesome however…
In case you haven’t seen it, art work I did for Level’s amazing cover of Autumn. Go listen to it!