It shall be five moons this Saturday.

Since when?

Since the human began living with us, Princess.

It's true. I had forgotten how long Anthony has been living with me. It feels sort of surreal when I start to think about it all. The past months I've spent with him have been so... so different. Yes, different would have to be the word to describe it all, mostly since I can't think of anything else. I haven't felt such a sensation since I first arrived in Ponyville and met my best friends. It's a foreign feeling; something that cannot be left to words.

Perhaps it's because he's an alien. Though, I've definitely met far stranger creatures, relatively speaking of course. Anthony has his quirks however. He eats meat (and seems to enjoy it very much), he's always wearing clothes, and for some odd reason he'll sometimes burst into laughter just by hearing the name of a store or everyday object, almost as if it's some inside joke. At those points, he really seems like an alien, but there are other times as well; times when he acts just like a pony. He's seems so simple and yet a mystery as well.

But more than any of that he is warm, and kind, and pleasant, and fun, and... my friend. I'm so glad to have him in my life.

Will thou inform the human of our discovery, Princess?

Of course I will.

There is a measured silence in my mind.

What?

Tis nothing, Princess. Thou shall do as thou wish.

I will tell him, Silver... I just... need to find the right moment...

Of course, Princess. The Crimson Moon still gathers color. And thou shall allow this knowledge to steep until it reaches its ripest flavour.

I look toward the calender across from my bed. Yes, it will steep... or fester.

"Twilight, are you getting up?" a voice calls from the stairway.

The green spikes of my favorite assistant climb into view.

"Yes, Spike," I reply, clambering out of bed and magically remaking the sheets.

"Late night?" he asks, obviously noticing how unusual it was that he was wide awake before me.

"...Y-yeah. I... I was reviewing some of Starswirl's theories of harmonic resonance between mundane and mag--"

"Sure, sure. Sorry I asked," Spike interjects, waving a dismissive claw and descending back downstairs. "Breakfast is ready, btdubs!" he calls back.

I let out a little huff thinking that if he understood how those theories explained nearly all of the magical interactions between pony magic and ordinary objects he might be a little less apathetic to one of the greatest minds in Equestrian history. Well, then again, that actually wouldn't change his feelings toward the matter at all. That's his loss then.

Following the scent of coffee down the stairs, I arrive in the kitchen. Anthony is already at the table holding a spoon full of cereal in one hand and the Ponyville Express in the other. He's humming some tune as he flips through the newspaper.

"Morning," he greets with a smile, after I plop down in a chair opposite him.

"Good morning," I answer back with a smile of my own. I notice his grin go a little crooked when he looks up from the paper again.

"Rough night? Or has Rarity used you as Guinea pig for a new design?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He swallows his spoonful of cereal and holds the utensil up to my face. I'm about to ask him if he's going crazy, but then my eye spots the tiny reflection of a tired looking Alicorn with a seriously bad mane day. Anthony has already started to chuckle at my astonished expression. Blushing, I use my magic in attempt to straighten out the worst of the tangled mess, forcing myself to ignore his laughter.

"Made the bed, but forgot the head," comments Spike as he sets two slices of buttered toast in front of me. "You want some?" he asks, holding up a coffee mug.

Rolling my eyes I grasp the mug with my magic and let him fill it up. As I go to take a sip, Anthony sets the paper aside, slurps down the excess milk left in the bowl and stands up.

Stretching he says, "Well, better be headin' out."

At this point I notice his attire for the day. Usually, he wears a plain shirt and some of the denim leggings that Rarity had fixed up for him. Today however, he's wearing a jacket over top of a long sleeved shirt and some loose fitting bottoms that would fall baggy at his feet except that they're tucked into a pair of boots. I didn't remember asking Rarity for this particular set of clothes.

"Uh, you do realize it's like eighty degrees out there today? Unless the weather team decided that fall should come early this year," I say.

"Yeah, well I figured it'd get a little chilly when--"

He stops short, suddenly deciding to retie his shoelace.

"When what?" I press.

He looks up and blinks.

"Oh, y'know, cause Rainbow said that she'd be working on a new move and it gets kinda gusty when she's flying," he explains, now retying the other lace.

I frown at his words, specifically the one that starts with an "R" and ends with a "bow". Of course, he and Rainbow were always working out together since they were both "plugged-in that way" as Anthony had said once. He had mentioned that back in his own world he basically worked as some kind of athletic trainer, though he had been pretty vague about it. Still, ever since the summer had begun he'd been training together with Rainbow nearly everyday. But it isn't like I'm jealous or anything irrational like that. He's always talking with me about some new formula I was coming up with, or asking me for recommendations on what books he should check out.

Sometimes we'd stay up all night talking. Spike would always fall asleep when I was ranting on about more intellectual topics, but Anthony could always keep up even if he didn't get the finer details of it all. He would tell me jokes when I was about to breakdown over a tough problem or he'd bring me coffee when I was about to pass out. Nights like those were the best. Maybe that's when I started...

"Yeah, so, I said I'd meet up with her soon, so later guys!" he says, walking out the front door.

"Later, brotato chip!" calls Spike.

"Bye..." I say, watching him look back with a smile before closing the door.

For some stupid reason I see him giving Rainbow that same smile and cheering her on as she perfects her new move.

"Spike," I begin.

"Hmm?" he grunts, looking up from his own toast.

"You don't have to worry about the errands today, I'll do them myself."

Spike just shrugs and goes back to eating.

You can do them tomorrow, but for today, there's something I wanna check out... and it isn't a book.

Author's Note

Yeah, I decided to try to get back in the groove of writing. I apologize if this is terribad, but yeah. Some things for the future were set up in this one, but I'm still not entirely sure how they'll unfold. Only time and more chapters will tell.