I woke up to the sound of hooves. Many hooves. I glanced up wearily, and then face hoofed myself for wearing my flying gear while sleeping. My boots were creased and my goggles were slightly bent. Oh well. Will make do. I glanced upwards and right into the eyes of Applejack.
"'Bout time you woke up, sugarcube. Was just about to wake yah myself. It's already past noon, but I figured you needed your sleep. I also took the liberty of giving my friends a call to see if they could help you with your predicament," she stated.
There goes step two. "You have my humble thanks for letting me stay the night. Waking up in the middle of nowhere not knowing who you are... it’s disturbing, to say the least," I replied.
She nodded and motioned for me to follow.
The first thing I noticed was the complete contrast of the ponies assembled in front of me. The rainbow hue started to give me a headache. Purple, pink, orange, blue, yellow, and white.
Strangely enough, they all had different looks on their faces. The blue one with the rainbow tail was looking at me quite curiously, while the purple one seemed to be trying to read me, like a book. The white one seemed put off by my appearance (and I could hardly blame her). The yellow one seemed to be shy, and hid her face behind her hair. The pink one seemed to be the only one not caring, for she was bouncing happily in place, with a look complete ignorance and bliss on her face.
As I entered the room they all stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I began to feel slightly uneasy, and had to stop myself from yelling at them to stop staring at me. Play it cool and controlled, man. Cool and controlled.
I cleared my throat and said, "Ladies, I assume you're waiting for me to introduce myself, but..." I trailed off.
Applejack then said, "Girls, this poor Pegasus has lost his memory, and he doesn't even know who he is. Let's show him a proper Ponyville welcome and—" she was abruptly cut off my the pink one, who started bouncing even faster, who said, "OH BOY, OH BOY, OH BOY! A welcoming party! Ooo what type of decorations should we put up? What type of cake should I make? What—" and she was cut off by the purple one who said, "Pinkie! He's obviously had some sort of trauma! We should try and help him with his problem first, before running off and having a party."
I started to like the purple one already.
The white one piped up, "Before we do anything, we need to get him out of that ghastly attire."
Great. A party-pony and a fashionista. Just what I need.
The yellow one then peeked out from her hair. She then said, in a very quiet voice, "Oh, but, shouldn't we, um, help the Pegasus with his memory? I agree with Twilight in that, um, regard."
Before I could do or say anything, the pink one started bouncing up and down like a jackhammer.
I flew up in the air, turned and slammed my hooves down. That got their attention.
"Please, ladies, can you point me in the direction of someone who can heal me, by magic or remedy?" I asked exhaustedly.
The purple one sheepishly raised her front hoof and said, "I can do some basic magic, but I don't have my books with me. If you come to the library with me I might be able to help you..." she said.
Finally, someone who understands priorities. "That would be lovely," I said, "and while we're going there, you could each tell me your names. It's rather confusing." They all nodded their assent.
I beamed inwardly and said, "Well then, thank you Applejack, for your hospitality, and I hope I can make it up to you someday."
"No worries, sugarcube," she said, with that slight red colour coming back to her cheeks, "you girls be nice to him. He's had a rough night."
And with that, the six of us, excluding Applejack who had a farm to run, accompanied me to their town of Ponyville.