Everypony looked up at Ditzy Doo, gasps rising from the crowd and hooves pointing up at her as she tumbled out of the sky, their fearful cries turning to cheers as Ditzy swooped back up at the last moment, spiraling in the air, holding her hooves out in all directions. It was inelegant and little of her performance was choreographed, but she had such a smile on her face and her wings moved with such carefree grace that the crowd below applauded and laughed nonetheless.
She did another impromptu barrel roll as she passed over the crowd a final time, waving at them all and laughing. The announcer came out soon after and called out the names of the ponies they’d all really come to see. The Wonderbolts.
The crowd cheered at their names, but as Ditzy flew back towards the locker room she thought they sounded quieter, more reserved. Maybe they were silent in awe at their heroes. But maybe, Ditzy hoped, a few of the ponies in that crowd were there for her silly little opening act.
She passed Spitfire on the way in as her Captain was on the way out. She wasn’t really Ditzy’s Captain. Ditzy had no rank. But Ditzy couldn’t help thinking of her that way. Everything, all of this, she owed to Spitfire. She was the one who saw something special in the bouncy, carefree flying of the mailmare who delivered her latest batch of fan letters.
Spitfire smiled and gave her a casual nod as she passed. Ditzy waved and called after them. “Have fun Spitfire!”
“Always do!” Spitfire replied, flicking her tail in excitement.
Ditzy grinned. She loved to hear that. It’s not what Spitfire used to say.
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Ditzy sat near the sandbox in Ponyville’s playground as she watched Dinky play. She sat close enough she could hear her and keep an eye on her, but not so close she’d be intrusive.
Her eyes kept getting distracted by a group of pegasus fillies and colts flying above the park. They looped around one another, they did little twirls in the air, they went up and down and held their hooves as they flew in circles around one another. And they laughed.
Ditzy smiled. She remembered that group of friends. She had seen them at the park a hundred times before. She remembered seeing them racing through the sky in straight lines, jeering at one another to go faster, fly harder, do more difficult stunts. Every one of them had worn a cast on a wing or leg at one time or another.
Their wings moved gently, pushing their bodies in lazy spirals through the sky, not to impress through speed or danger, but to feel the air moving around their bodies, to see the world turning around and upside down all around them.
“There’s something missing from Wonderbolts performances,” Spitfire had told her. “I think you have it.”
Watching those children, Ditzy saw it in the smiles on their faces and the music in their voices. As she watched them her wings beat gently against the air and she was filled with a sensation of lightness that felt as though it almost pulled her into the sky on its own. She wanted to join them, to dance in the sky and laugh and feel the freedom of flight.
Her eyes returned to her daughter. She suddenly leapt atop her and tossed her into the air. Dinky squealed in surprise and joy as Ditzy flew up to catch her, hugging her close and rolling through the air with her. They laughed together, and Ditzy knew that though her daughter could never fly, she could still show her what it meant to be a pegasus.
The possible hints at a Ditzy and Spitfire relationship were fun, and I enjoyed Ditzy getting to be an opening act for The Wonderbolts and being cheered on so enthusiastically. The second portion with Dinky was also really touching. I loved the thought that even though her daughter couldn’t fly, she wouldn’t be excluded. It was super sweet and lovely. Well done!