Dipsy, unperturbed by the twitching of the eye of the creature in front of her, grinned and chirped, "Hi! I'm Dipsy Doo, from Ponyland! Do I have some mail for you?" Which could be the only reason she was here, of course. And even if she didn't, she'd give some to him anyway.
Deipsy's head tilted so dangerously to the side that her neck might have been in danger of snapping. "Are you going to bake something?" Why else would someone have a knife? "Is it apple pie?"
"A sting? Me?" Dipsy wrapped her forelegs around her middle and rolled in the air, laughing hysterically. Mail from her bag spewed everywhere. When she got her breath back she gasped, "Ponies don't have stingers, silly!"
Adam was still trying to get the hang of the stairs here, so while he had been on his way to try and find the library, he ended up outside of the sorting room instead. The strange giggle caught his attention and the young man looked in to see the 'pony' scattering mail all over the place.
"Just when I thought this place couldn't get any weirder." He stepped in to the room, he remembered his own sorting so he had to assume that's what was happening here as well
"Need some help? Might be easier for them to look at if they aren't all over the floor."
"Huh?" Dipsy stopped her hovering circuit of the room, and noticed the trail of mail she'd left. "Aw, derherp, I didn't even notice!" She dropped to the floor and began daintily grabbing up the letters with her mouth. "Forry bout dat! Are one of dese yours?"
Adam chuckled as he knelt down and gently took the letters from the pony "I doubt that, I don't think these will belong to any one here." He turned and sat the letters in his hand on the table and knelt once more to begin retrieving more while he explained.
"You're at Hogwarts, you need to wait for the Hat to come around and it'll decide which house you live in."
Dipsy tossed her mouthful on the table. "But I already live in a house! I live in the windmill in Ponyville. It's really nice, you can even see the palace at Canterlot from the roof!" She scooped up another load of letters. To the trained eye, the looked like utility bills and IRA audits. She had no idea where they'd come from. "Is the hat anything like the ones Rarity makes/ She makes such pretty things."
Zelgadiss blinked, trying to make sense of this. Talking horse with wings... apparently not very bright, either. But unless she was from his world, probably not a chimera, so that was good.
Dipsy had been entertaining herself by doing cartwheels in the air. She hovered upside-down over to her new friend. "I like it! It's the only name I have, ya know. Except," she looked around, a little suspiciously. She still wasn't sure that one of the unicorn ponies wouldn't pop out and surprise her, what with the magic pen and all. Her voice dropped to a not-very-effective stage whisper. "Sometimes the other ponies call me... Derpy Hooves. I dunno why. What's your name?"
"I can't imagine," he deadpanned, though he suspected the sarcasm would fly over her head. Or perhaps under, in this case. "Mine is Zelgadiss Graywords."
Mail? For Tinky Winky? OMG! If only he could read!
The colorful lithe form of the pony excited him almost as much as her cheery voice. It reminded him of home. That her name was Dipsy, like Tinky Winky's green-coated phallic-antennaed lover, could be no accident.
He bumbled up to her, burbling his glee. "Eh-oh! Tinky Winky FWIEND!" He almost flung his handbag across the room, such was his joyous flailing.
The squeal Dipsy uttered upon seeing this new and strange being was on supersonic levels of pure delight.
And even though her grasp of complex concepts like 'left' and 'right' and 'don't fly into that you'll get electrocuted' were a bit shaky, a name and the word (or variation of the word) 'friend' was all she needed.
She hopped, wings buzzing joyfully, and derherherped with glee. "Dipsy doo is a friend TOO!"
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"Actually, 'dumbledore' is an old word for bumblebee."
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"Just when I thought this place couldn't get any weirder." He stepped in to the room, he remembered his own sorting so he had to assume that's what was happening here as well
"Need some help? Might be easier for them to look at if they aren't all over the floor."
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"You're at Hogwarts, you need to wait for the Hat to come around and it'll decide which house you live in."
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"That's an... interesting name."
He sighed. Seriously, this girl delivered mail?
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He half-expected her to start laugh at that.
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The colorful lithe form of the pony excited him almost as much as her cheery voice. It reminded him of home. That her name was Dipsy, like Tinky Winky's green-coated phallic-antennaed lover, could be no accident.
He bumbled up to her, burbling his glee. "Eh-oh! Tinky Winky FWIEND!" He almost flung his handbag across the room, such was his joyous flailing.
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And even though her grasp of complex concepts like 'left' and 'right' and 'don't fly into that you'll get electrocuted' were a bit shaky, a name and the word (or variation of the word) 'friend' was all she needed.
She hopped, wings buzzing joyfully, and derherherped with glee. "Dipsy doo is a friend TOO!"
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