Moonsongs

"AH-" A loud scream escaped from Moonsongs lips, only to be abruptly stopped by her hoof clamping shut over her mouth.
"Hey! Are you screaming at me? Good! I'm the dreaded..." preparing to bellow from atop a boulder, Pinkie Pie was cut short by the mysterious pony in front of her. She was clearly oblivious to who she was with, and how much everypony longed to even know her name.
"HEY! That was mean! Meanie!" A cloud of dirt raised from the ground as Pinkies pink hoof slammed into the ground.
There was thousands of words that Moonsong could say to Pinkie. Annoying, crazy, loud, she'd be there till next year if she said all of them.
"I didn't even manage to make you laugh! If you had've let me say what I was you'd have loved-" Pinkies speech came to a halt. Suddenly her mouth fell open, her eyes grew wide and her body shook with excitement. "Wait a minute... You're the mysterious pony everyone loves! Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!" She was now hopping around in her usual silly manner.
"Err, no I'm not?" Moonsong knew her secret had already been revealed to the loudest pony in town.
"Yes you are, silly! The dark blue coat, the black and white wind-swept mane, the black and white tail, the rose pink eyes and... The crescent moon cutie mark! It's you! Oh wow! What's your name? Huh? Where are you from? Do you like it there? Why won't you speak to me? Helloooo? Anyone home? Hey, why won't-" a hoof pressed firmly against her mouth.
"Okay. I'm gonna answer your questions. But you better PROMISE me that you wont shout, or sing, or dance, or tell ANYPONY what I've told you. Deal?"
Pinkie nodded her head, hungry for answers.
Her mouth was released from Moonsongs tight grip.
"First of all, my name's Moonsong. Moonsong Shimmer," Moonsong didn't like this one bit. " I'm from an area in Canterlot, and before you ask, no. I'm not a snobby stuckup pony like some of those ponies who live in Canterlot. I hate it there. Nobody understands me, except one pony..." A flood was raging in her eyes as her memories ran wild in her head like a hurricane.
Moonsong... I need to tell you something.
Yeah, granny?
In a few minutes, I wont be walking on the grounds of Canterlot anymore.
You mean your wings are strong enough to fly again?
No dear.. I'll be in the sky, watching over you.
Granny.. You're saying you're not in the hospital for your wings?
Precisely.
But... They told me you'd be okay! They told me you'd be in a better place tomorow!
Moonsong, I know it's hard, but be strong. Don't let anyone, I repeat, ANYONE, get you down. You are a beautiful and strong young filly and I know you can do this. Whenever you're upset, or feeling blue, go to the everfree forest. Thats where I'll be... And remember that I will always love you.
Granny no! Don't leave me!
A teardrop trickled down Moonsongs absent face.
"Oh.. It's okay! You know what would make you feel better? A Party!" awkward silence filled the area. "Or a nice long walk?"