//------------------------------// // A cure? // Story: Dashie's and Derpy's adventure // by Dashed_Brony //------------------------------// Many a weeks had passed since the sleepover, and lives had been lived as normal as they had before, aside from Derpy now feeling brim enough to give Dash a stare every once in a while, knowing there probably wasn't much of a disapproval, not after the night at the very least. They might not engage in activities Derpy could've wished for, but she got her occasional kiss to be satisfied. It didn't mean much more than a simple kiss to Rainbow Dash, so the issue wasn't only small, it was insignifficant, and if it meant she wasn't going to have her sleep interrupted by someone taking ninja kisses, she could live with it like any other daily chore. She had been flying wildly about, the time she had to sit idly by going to reading Daring Do's many adventures, something which only made her more pumped about taking flight as soon as she could, doing hard-headed stunts most would've stopped her from doing, had they known it was upcoming. Though, it hadn't passed her attention that Derpy seemed to somewhat have an off-set mind, absent or possibly just sorrow-filled. Curiosity got the better of her, and she had always been one for heading into things strong-minded. Spotting the gray pony walking along the road, still with eyes that easily revealed her lack for a relaxed postiture, Rainbow Dash soared down alongside her, as they walked down the street, to the many who waved and greeted with a 'hello', getting one in return as they went back to whatever they were doing. "So... You've been following me around for a little while. What seems to be the problem?" Derpy stared to the Cyan-coloured pony wandering next to her with a worried expression. "That's my line!" She replied with an upright rudened tone. Derpy took a step back, the worry turning to fear as she tried to make herself as small as possible, but to no avail as Dash stood above her and stared down with a suspicious stare. "You've been downing for so long. Fat chance you're completely okay!" The eyes of the gray one wandered in each their direction, making her best attempt to make neither face Dash, but to no avail, only making her end up putting both hooves over each one. "I'm ........... You know.......... And ......... Because.........." Derpy was whispering. There wasn't much of a chance to even catch much more past those words, and half-way through, Cyan hooves stomped at the ground. "My eyes? My eyes, okay?!? They are NOT okay! They are not okay..." From an outburst of a yell to a silent whimper, she remained laying on the floor. By now, the two of them had drawn quite a bit of attention to themselves from the surrounding ponies, some whispering, others pointing. As soon as a laughter came from the back of the crowd, a young male, brown, not even having gotten his cutie mark, found himself to the ground with a set of angry blue hooves on his chest. "Don't you dare..." Silence emerged. Nobody dared say anything, neither point, laugh nor talk. Getting off the defenseless child who found his mother, crying, Rainbow Dash wandered off to help the sulking pony off the ground as they wandered off, away from the others. ------------------------------------------- It took quite a bit of time before Derpy even dared lift her head from the ground and finally meet the other's stare whom had planted it upon the eye which had somewhat looked up, much to Derpy's dismay. Out of sight from everyone else, the question practically fell out of her mouth, this being exactly what the poor lazy-eye'd pony wanted to fly off to avoid, though, knowing she wasn't even nearly as quick as the questioner, it would be pointless. "What's not okay about them? Sure, they're not even, but is that a reason to fret about it?" "You have no idea..." Derpy replied, once again giving the ground her attention. "Well, if I have no idea, why don't you just tell me?" She insisted. A few minutes, no words. The suspicious stare continued to eat on the poor pony as she finally gave in to the tension. "Fine, fine, I'll tell you! Just don't stare at me like that!" "That's more like it" She got in a reply, followed by a gentle giggle. And so, the explanation came about how it was part of the cause Derpy was such a clutz, the reason why people hadn't always gone along with her as well as the other kids, and the reason she often got stares and whispers, something she had gotten quite used to. It was the fact that her depth of perception was so off which caused her to mess up things just about anyone could've so easily otherwise done, let alone the fact that she had trouble being taken seriously when one eye was staring in the skies. The reasonings went on and on, along with stories about how she had messed up, but her rambling was halted as a hoove pressed to her mouth, as to silence her. "It seems to me that it's more a problem than I at first thought." Having finally halted the ranting, Dash found her jaw with her hoove, rubbing it a few times while looking to the sky, trying to figure a solution, or something to say, perhaps to make it seem less bad. "Oh, I know! Maybe Zecora can brew up something that will help you with the eye!" Derpy rubbed her hooves towards one another. She had never actually spoken to Zecora, and it was a frightening thought to approach someone whom had bad rumours about herself, having not familiared herself with the side everyone else knew of. She was reassured after hearing about Zecora's actual personality, and although worried, she trusted her loved one more than anything else. ------------------------------------------- She managed to surpress the urge to fly off as soon as they made their approach towards the hut which shaped the Zebra's home. Smoke came from a window. Lots of it. The two ponies running over in worry, soon stood at the window without much chance to even get in, the smoke practically choking the two of them as they tried to make out what was happening on the inside. Unable to see through their eyes, now tear-filled from the thick cloudy black smoke, they made their approach to the door instead, in hopes of getting inside. As they did, their faces were shocked. The shock soon turned to laughter though, as they saw Zecora with a half-bombed hut, things having flewn everywhere, masks and jars alike, some broken glass, though nothing major, the Zebra seeming more a pony than she ever had before, her hair knocked down and her body completely black, aside from a pair of eyes sticking out from the mess. It took some time cleaning up every last bit, getting the masks in place and cleaning up shards from broken jars. Though, with the help of the two ponies, it stood nearly as good as new. "What a surprise, a shocker indeed. Your worried faces carries something I need to heed?" Zecora went along in her general mysterious tone. "N-Not exactly..." Derpy rubbed the back of her mane with her hoove, rather nervous to go on. It wasn't very hard to tell that she was nervous, though with a cyan hoove bumped into her, she took a deep breath, finally managing to go on, though still nervously stuttering just about every word. "W-Well... You see... My eyes..." She stopped, barely able to keep going through a deep swallow. "They are... An issue... A-And... I was hoping just maybe... You could help?" She took a look back at the rainbow-maned pony next to her, and got a reassuring nod that she had done well. Though, the Zebra in front of her had a rather shocked expression. It went calm in the matter of seconds, followed by an equally calm tone. "Help you I can not. Though, maybe a tip I've got? Far from here, yes quite a fare. You can find your solution, but please beware. Danger lures behind every corner, every wall. Some small, some monsters very tall. But size is not your greatest consern. For over the mountain of fire you may burn." She pulled out what seemed like a dusty old scroll, removing a strap that kept it from unfolding itself, then rolled it out over the table, revealing a route, quite likely to take days. The two were set to find a solution to the mellow eyes that refused to go in the same direction at the same time, so with a determined mind, they thanked Zecora before flying off, back to the sky-house that belonged to the cyan one. The end (For now)