Carefully parting through, around and over the gathering flashbang of knee-high crayon-colored tiny horses, I'm finally close enough to make (some form of) eye contact with Derpy, who smiles warmly as she sees me. She's got her and Dinky's tickets in her teeth, two bags of luggage beside them (I have no idea what she might have packed, considering they don't wear clothes), and a smaller saddlebag hanging off her neck; like a sturdy looking purse. One of her wings stretching out to wave at me, while Dinky slides off the same side of her back, making sure to stay close to her mom so as not to be consumed by the wanton crowd.