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Hello! This is my first part of a series of mine that will attempt to fill in the slices of time between the great story My little Dashie. Enjoy!
It had been only 1 week since I had passed that box. One of which like many others I had seen on the streets of this dying city. And yet something about made it stick out in my mind. I'm glad it did. This had been the 1 week anniversary of me finding my Rainbow Dash. Not a plushy for which I had wanted just a month ago to protect me from the ideas of the dying streets. To keep me from going insane. This was my own Rainbow Dash.
I myself don't call her Rainbow Dash. I decided to name her Pinkie's play name of Dashie. Pinkie. The name strikes a thought into my head. How did she get here? I have thought this several dozens of times before. Only this time another though appeared with it. Will she have to go back? The though gave me chills. She was definitely much younger than I had originally thought she was. After a little more inspection of the Cutie Mark Chronicles episode I realized that this Dash was smaller. Only slightly, but still smaller. She also seemed a little less vibrant. Although, that could be the fact she was in a place she herself didn't even know about. I estimated her to be around 4 or 5 years of age.
During the week she had lived in the house, she didn't do too much roaming as he had expected her to do. She mainly just went near me or stayed on her chair that used to belong to my long gone father. She did like attention. It took me a day, but I was able to read her emotions through her body language. Some were obvious, like when her ears drooped she was sad or scared. However I noticed when her wings fluttered she was excited. He still wasn't entirely sure what to feed her yet though. She seemed to enjoy carrots but he couldn't be that sure.
I looked at the table and saw the rather large, expensive book I bought a day ago. It took a chunk out of my saving for moving to a new house, but I decided it was worth it so me and Dashie could look back at our good moments. She had been outside only once before. An hour ago actually. I wish I had my camera on me then. Her face had a look of happiness on it that wasn't artificial in any way. She also decided to try and fly by jumping. A result was her falling face first into a small puddle of mud.
I was shocked at the fact that I didn't know the weather a while ago. I normally go on walks when I'm in a bad mood or sad or just feel like going for a walk. It was then that I realized fully that I was happy enough to now go walking thanks to Dashie. Some people might think of it as stupid, but for me I think it a rather nice improvement. I snapped back to reality when I felt Dashie's mane brush my arm. It left a small bit of mud where it had stroked. Her first bath would be a good memory. I quickly went to my room to get the small disposable camera I had purchased the day before and put it into my pocket.
I wondered for a while if I was going to wash her in the sink or bath. The sink would hold her easier while the small (but still larger than her) might spook her. I didn't want to deal with the guilt of scaring her again as I had done on the second day of bringing her to my home.
"Dashie" I called out to her.
She had recently started to listen to me more. I saw her walking to me. Her hoofs making a small clap on the floor with every step. I lifted her onto the countertop, making sure she wasn't too close to the edge were she could fall off. She looked at the faucet with her violet eyes. She had seen it before where I had gotten her a cup of water before. I turned on the tap making her eyes go wide with fascination. She slowly moved her closer and closer to the flow of water until it touched her nose.
She moved back a little due to the water being cold before started to lick at the flowing water. A moment later she slid on the smooth countertop fell into the sink. I quickly grabbed her up and noticed the tears in her eyes. I put her on the countertop on a towel. I quickly let the sink fill up with lukewarm water. She touched the water with the tip of her left hoof before putting it back on the sink slowly. I picked her up slowly. I waited to see if she would reject going into the water. She didn't object to it yet. The sink was only half full but even then it still made its way up to the little fillies neck. She squirmed a little but calmed down when I smiled at her. She giggles to the bubbles that are starting to form from the soap. She used her hooves as an attempt to play with them until one popped.
She was fascinated by it and began popping more. I noticed that she had stopped when began rubbing shampoo into her mane. She squinted one of her eyes when he began rubbing it into the upper part of her cyan coat. I stop after 5 minutes and take out my camera. I take a picture of her playing with the bubble in the water. The flash goes of and makes her iris' shrink. She quickly gains a look of fear on her face and looks around quickly. I feel guilt in realizing I made her scared.
"It's okay Dashie, I'm just taking a picture so we can remember this" I say to comfort her. I also supply a grin to hope it will rub off on her.
I pulled her out of the water in a few more fast moving minutes. Placing her on the towel and wiping a little bit of bubbles off of the outside of her ear. She then shook her head and mane around wildly trying to the water off of her coat. I giggled at the way her ears flapped. I wanted to tell her that we don't do that, but couldn't bring myself to it. She could learn not to the next time. I wrapped her up in the towel and began scrubbing her head. She rubbed her eyes with her hooves and quickly stopped. She gave a cry of pain while squinting her eyes shut.
"Did you get soap in your eyes Dashie?" I say as I quickly bring the towel to her face and rubbed softly around the soap near her eyes. A couple of moments later she slowly opened one of her eyes. She was still wet and wrapped in the towel, but I left the bathroom and sat on the couch with her in my lap. She opened her eyes to the sound of the TV being turned on. This was her first time seeing it working. The channel currently on was the racing channel. I was going to change the channel until I had noticed her eyes opened widely looking at the cars move past one another. I realized that this was something that she would enjoy. So I decided to let her watch until she was done.
I woke up while it was dark out. I noticed I was on the couch and Dashie was in my lap. The racing channel was still on. I covered her in the blanket I saw by my side and put it over her. My Little Dashie was happy. And that made me happy.