Lullaby for a Lost Moth Part 3

"So let me get this straight."
>You're walking along the road to Ponyville with Sen on your shoulders.
>She's been telling you about her life in the forest and she just dropped one hell of a bomb.
"You've never have cake before?"
>This is kind of a big deal.
>From your observations here in Equestria, cake is up there in one of the main food groups.
>Seriously! These ponies don't know when to stop eating cake.
>"Nope. Never even heard of it. What is it?"
>Holy shit.
>As much as you want to get on with the planning and the shopping and such, this just can't go on.
>Time for a little detour.
>You take a left as you get into town and begin to make your way to Sugarcube Corner.
>This… is gonna be fun.
>As you begin to near your destination you start mentally preparing yourself for the task ahead.
>You start to jog.
>"Anon? What are you doing?"
>Getting closer.
>"Anon?"
>Impact in 3...
>2...
>1…
>You lift your leg and kick the door as hard as you can.
>With an almighty thud the door goes flying inward.
>The room is filled with shacked expressions as you yell at the top of your voice.
"Pinkie Pie! We have an emergency! Protocol ZZ Plural Three One dash Charlie!"
>Pinkie bursts into the room, practically vibrating.
>"Never had cake?! What kind of pony has never had cake?! I mean, it's just the best and…"
>At this point you decide to check on Sen who has crawled off your shoulders and is currently clinging to your back looking very frightened.
"You alright?"
>"What was that about?"
>You chuckle.
"Both PInkie and I have a special love of going over the top with simple things. She's actually the first pers- er, pony I've ever met who enjoys it as much as I do."
>You walk over to the nearest table and set Sen down.
"Wait right here."
>Running into the kitchen you find Pinkie already hard at work on about twenty different kinds of cakes.
>Grabbing your apron off the hook near the doorway you walk over to the sink to wash your hands.
>You've helped here many times before, usually during rush or a celebration.
"So Pinkie, where do you need me."

>30 minutes later you walk out of the kitchen.
>Sen has her back to you, looking like she's really uncomfortable sitting alone.
>You sneak up behind her and shake her shoulders yelling.
>"Hey Se-"
>Before you can even get the words out of your mouth a huge explosion of dust leaves you coughing and blinded.
>You wave your hand in front of your face to clear the air and look around.
>Many of Sugarcube Corner's patrons are once again looking at you with shocked expressions.
>"What was that for?"
>You look up to see Sen clinging to the ceiling, shaking.
>As she shakes, a fine sprinkling of dust comes off of her, falling to land on you.
"It was *COUGH* just a *HACK* joke."
>Sen looks down at you angrily.
>"Well it wasn't funny."
>She drops from the ceiling onto your head sending you toppling to the ground.
>Landing on the seat she turns to look at you again.
>You sit up and shake your head, knocking free some of the dust in your hair, sending you into another coughing fit.
"I suppose *COUGH HACK* I deserved that."
>"That you did."
>You jump to your feet as you suddenly remember your true purpose for being out there.
"Right then. Sen."
>She cocks her eyebrow quizzically.
"You said that you've never had cake, right?"
>"That's right."
>You straighten a bit as you prepare for the dramatic reveal.
"Prepare to be amazed."
>You turn and clap your hands.
"Pinkie."
>Pinkie comes out of the kitchen carrying a tablecloth in her mouth.
>As she nears the table you walk around to the other side.
>Pinkie stands on her hind legs and flips the tablecloth open over the table.
>You grab the opposite corners of the tablecloth and wink at Sen.
"Three…"
>"Two..."
"ONE!"
>You and Pinkie both rip the tablecloth straight upwards to reveal a table covered in different flavors and styles of cakes.
>23 cakes to be exact.
>You still can't for the life of you figure out Pinkie does that, but you've learned not to question it.
>Just leaves you with a headache.
"So Sen. Here you are. Dig in."
>Sen looks at all of the cakes in a sort of panicked way.
>"Th-there's so many."
>She tentatively picks up a fork and takes a small chunk out of a dutch chocolate cake with coconut icing.
>As the fork nears her mouth Pinkie leans closer and closer, staring with anticipation.
>Sen puts the bite into her mouth and the reaction is instant.
>Her eyes go wide and her pupils expand, her mouth slowly chews the bite in her mouth.
>Then came phase two.
>Gluttony.
>Holy crap, the only pony you've ever seen eat faster than this was Pinkie Pie.
>Speaking of Pinkie Pie, she's sitting on the floor with the biggest smile you've ever seen plastered on her face.
"So I take it you like cake huh?"
>The most you get is a grunt as Sen starts in on her second cake, a spice cake with cream cheese icing.
"I'm gonna go see Twilight about those books now. Pinkie?"
>She turns her head to you.
>"Yeah Anon?"
"When Sen's finished could you direct her to the library?"
>"Sure thing Nonny!"
>As you walk out of the building, a little melody gets stuck in your head.
>Humming away, you walk towards the Treebrary.
>Just walking.
>Plenty of time to think.
>God that's never a good idea.
>So brain, what random trams of my past will you decide to focus on today?
>...
>Nothing?
>Really?
>You pull out your phone and unlock it.
>You stare long and hard at the background picture.
>There's a picture of a man, a woman, and a small girl standing near a house, smiling.
>It's winter, and there's snow on the ground.
>The three in the picture are dressed warmly.
>How long have you been here?
>You reach into your shirt and grab the chain hanging around your neck.
>You lift the small band of gold hanging on the chain to eye level.
>It spins slowly in front of you as you feel a small tear slide down your face.
>Grabbing the ring, you turn it in your hand and read the inscription inside.
>'Forever Yours.'
>You choke back a sob, holding the ring close to you and continue your walk.
>It's been almost a year since you got sent here.
>If only you hadn't wandered off, then maybe...
>…Maybe you wouldn't have lost her.