Five months.
It had been five months since he last visited, and Fluttershy was getting worried. Surely worry compensated for her trespassing upon her dear friend's property (if you could call it that), even if she did have the hypothetical key to get in. Well, it wasn't so much as the trespassing she was worried about… it was more of the fact that she'd looked through his things, as it were.
And not only had she shuffled through the draconequus's personal items, she had found something, the ultimate epitome of privacy-
Discord's Journal.

[Teen for mild language and violence.]