Been a bit since Darrus had taken the time to just take a leisurely stroll down the streets of Ponyville. His usual hang out (The Guiding Light) was temporarily closed for some reason or another, AJ was off to visit some family, and his chores were done on the farm, so he'd been left with few options aside from just explore the town and see what he could get up to. Not the worst idea, he'd come to realize, what with how the place tended to have something nuts happen more regularly than the sunrise a short walk could be a gosh dang full blown adventure. Nothing so far though, his passing by the various little homes and shops of the town he'd become surprisingly comfortable with amounting little more than the occasional greeting from passers-by.

It still felt weird for Darrus to actually know more than a couple of people in a town even of this small a size considering how rarely he'd ever stuck around to any particular place for more than a short spell. But stuck he had, and not be miserable because of it he also somehow had. Perhaps cause of adventure finding him here instead of him finding adventure, maybe was just a pleasant place to be, or mehbe something a bit more personal and private, but whatever the reason he didn't see himself leaving any time soon.

Maybe.

A small amateur band played around with strings and drums nearby as he turned a corner and passed a flower shop, the smell and sounds almost inspiring one to music themselves. Actually, you know what? Screw it. He hadn't sung in a while - weeks even! - and he was just in the right mood to do so now. The sun was shining, his cloak was keeping him cool as was the summer breeze that was slowly dropping into a fall one, and the band was already playing. Bobbing his head, Darrus took in a breath...

"I-"

Then the wall of the diner nearby exploded, showering him with some wooden shrapnel and causing him to lift a wing to shield his face from the downpour. Once the worst was past he allowed himself a peek at what was going on, the nearby residents of the town flipping out, a few running in literal small circles and screaming while a couple of others simply reared back and flailed their front hooves out of confused panic, eyes shut tightly so as not to even witness what was going on. Another was repeatedly bucking the wall of the building in some attempt at defending themselves from what was happening, and another was still enjoying their meal at one of the tables outside the shop, the possibility of him being deaf lending credence to his lack of a response to everything around him.

So... more or less the usual response to chaos around here.

"Mmmmmmkay," Darrus mumbled to himself, taking off in a light hover to gain a better view from above, the other ponies scurrying about beneath him as he tried to peer into the now gaping hole in the side of the building, "so the place blows up, the goobers go to code red and the cause is..."

Bread and... Cheese? A lot of cheese... and vegetables? Spilling out. Looked like... whats it called... Did someone just spill something or- oh, no wait! It was... moving? Yeah it definitely was moving. Or rather it was standing up. The bread and cheese was standing up. And boy did it stand! Almost as tall as the building itself! And it had a face made from vegetables.

"RAWWWWWWWWR!!!"

And it was roaring.

Awesome.

"Huegh?" Darrus sounded with a confused contortion of his features, him tilting his head as if that would help him understand what he was loo- Calzone! That's what the thing was! It was a calzone. Thing. A standing calzone thing that was roaring- so now we're back to being confused.

The creature - which smelled absolutely divine by the way - leaned it's cheesy head lower so as to direct another guttural roar towards the fleeing, circling, bucking and flailing ponies below, a few being blown away by the power behind such a vocalization while a couple of others just got splattered with some tomato sauce.

Darrus was certain there was a story here. He had no idea where to begin with his guessing. He also was only now just realizing how hungry he was, the calzone creature smashing away at the rest of the building around him as Darrus thought back to the few apples he'd had before heading out and- flying cheese!

A quick dip in the air to avoid the incoming wad of mozzarella being flung his way, it sailing past and splatting onto the roof of the coffee shop behind him. Darrus gave the creature a glare, though it went mostly unnoticed since it had returned itself to crushing all that pesky real estate keeping it from terrorizing the town proper.

"So," the pegasus said under his breath, "where to start..."

With his mind now set on overhearing some information and maybe getting a cheap drink, though his funds and previous encounter with the mare who'd led him here made the latter seem... unlikely... Darrus stepped up to the front doors of the tavern, him taking note of its name, The Guiding Light, and burning its location into his mind so as to always remember where it was. Or try to at least.

Entering with style, in his own imagination at least, Darrus flourished his way through the doors, walking tall as if owning the place and strutting over to, of course, the bar first where he took up one of the stools then spun around so as to lean back against the counter and gaze out over the other patrons, ears now listening for anything interesting about anything as he waited for something. What? Who could ever know....?

Wings were a bit achy today, not all that surprising given the... what was it now... few days at least of constant travelling. Fly, sleep, fly, graze, fly, Darrus' well practiced routine of moving and resting usually prevented any kind of serious strain on his wings as years of hopping from place to place had taught him how to get the most out of a days flight without suffering for it later. Today though, it was feeling like he'd gone a little too far the night before, the pegasus stretching out on a cloud and peering over the edge towards the streets of Ponyville below while his wings lightly complained and tried to annoy him.

The aches didn't bother him at all, him easily ignoring it as he teetered on the edge of a nap, the cloud acting as a nice fluffy bed with his cloak serving well enough in mimicking a blanket. However, Darrus had been spending most of that day so far sleeping, and his body, with the exception of his wings, were beginning to protest the excess sleep,instead urging him to stretch his legs and find something that could hold his interest and make his trip out here worth the soreness of his limbs.

Yawning, stretching then standing up and giving the streets below another once over, Darrus dived over the side of the cloud that was serving as his free bed. He plummeted quickly in a nose dive before flaring his wings out just in time to slow himself down and pull up to land with a skid, the pegasus kicking up dirt then dusting himself off and folding his wings, which had definitely hadn't enjoyed that, back under his cloak before trotting off in search of anything worth checking out.