That smile falls pretty quickly as I watch Derpy check on Dinky and her own surroundings -- the moment she's sure the filly isn't looking, nor any other passing ponies, I feel the push of air from flapping wings. Her hooves are quick to wrap my shoulders, as grey fur and blonde mane takes up most of my vision, and soft, plush lips meet my own. Instinctively, my hands reach out to support her legs and flank, though her wings keep her steady.