Uhh... No title yet

>"My name is Moondancer. I'm an independent mare and have been for the last twenty years. Twelve years I've spent running away from my problems and reading books. Twelve years I've hid in plain sight, not making any new friends and letting old ones go. For the last six years, I couldn't tell you how often I showered, but I could recite the first 100,000 characters of pi. For the last two months, I was nothing but words in a book."
>"Twilight came back and fixed everything. It took her a few tries, and I was stubborn, but I don't regret letting everything happen. I have friends again and it feels so right."
>"I'm ready to turn a new leaf."
>You close the diary and look at the door
>What will you be doing today?

>Feeling a little more than antsy, you magic over your saddlebag and your favorite book
>"Ok, you can come along, AK Yearling. You've always stolen my heart."
>You arrange your hum to the tune of your favorite Canterlot Symphony Orchestra melody that had been produced a few months ago
>Beautiful high notes and what have you
>Those mares and gentlecolts sure knew music theory
>"Oh, hello Lemon Hearts!"
>You wave at the bright yellow pony headed to the doughtnut shop
>She shines and waves in return, almost bouncing to see you
>"Hi Moondancer! Hey, who's that following you?"
>"What?"
>You swivel your gaze around quickly in confusion
>Nopony followed you. In fact, ponies were all carrying on with their own business, ignoring your pause on the cobblestone
>"Uh, I'm not sure what you're talking about Lemon. Either way, I have to get going. I'll catch you later this week, promise! Hoofball for life!"
>The opposing mare giggles and waves, calling out a farewell while you scanned everything around you in worry
>Where are you going to read this book?

>For a moment you consider the doughnut shop
>It strikes you that you had come to be outside for once
>Holing up for doughnuts with friends kinda skiffs that
>Same with the library
>"Oh boy... should I go to the park or maybe find some outdoor restaurant for breakfast?"

>Trotting with scanning eyes, you find a patio with plenty of empty seats
>'Breakfast A'Plenty'
>Huh, sounds rustic.
>You get a table for one and order hot chocolate, your favorite beverage
>"Ooh, and do you guys have that peppermint syrup?"
>"Why yes we do, young lady."
>"Please, if you wouldn't mind, put a spritz of that in my cocoa?"
>"Anything for you, lil dumpling."
>The waiter trots off, smiling away as he stops by another table to make sure they're doing alright
>He seems like a very nice guy
>Around you, ponies giggle and chatter about trivial things being gossiped from the news
>Snoop Pony being caught, once again, with an eighth
>You always wondered how people like him stayed relevant after doing such nasty things, and in public no less!
>Riled up, you tear open your novel, starting from the beginning, finishing a page every few seconds
>You're calm again as the waiter comes back around with your wonderfully sharp and pungent cocoa
>"Are you ready to order?"
>You nod as you lift the cup and blow the steam gently
>"Your arugula salad is exactly what I was looking for, but do you think you could fry an egg, medium, and put it on the salad?"
>The waiter smiles almost with a curiosity
>"As I said before, anything for you. That doesn't sound half bad either. Would you be at odds with me if I suggested it made it onto the menu?"
>You blush, ears shot high
>"Of course! Whoa, I'm honored really."
>He swishes away as you sip your minty, milky, chocolatey goodness
>Quietly, as you come back to your thoughts, you wonder about the pony who was following you
>Lemon wouldn't lie about something like that, and something smelled awfully rotten

>Why would anyone be following me?
>Your friend circle was tight, which was the reason you were out now, but simply walking outside for once, and alone, doesn't necessarily have grounds for following
>You rub your temples and take another sip of cocoa
>You're thinking much too hard about this
>You let your worries melt away, your thoughts focused solely on breakfast and reading
>A little food in you would probably do you some good in the logical thinking department

>The salad arrives, looking more beautiful than you could've dreamed
>The waiter smiles at you and hums as he continues his rounds
>You munch idly on the leaves, of course enjoying the flavor but being slightly too on edge
>You were hoping that this would be the help you needed to forget
>Instead, you dined on fear
>You'll just go to the library. Screw the plans, you don't wanna just be followed everywhere you go
>In fact, that pony could be here, watching you read and eat
>A shiver crawls down your spine
>You still eat slowly, but it's more deliberate now, scanning page after page of Daring Do's Mystery of the Crystal Cruet while shooting glances around for any suspicious behavior, movement, or body language
>Not paying attention, the egg yolk explodes, coating your lower lip and chin in drippy golden goodness
>My my, what a waste of yolk