Disclaimer: I don't own MLP:FiM, but I do own Artsy Heart

It was a beautiful day in Ponyville; the town was filled with joy as the ponies prepared for the brand new celebration of friendship. Ponies were going haywire with decorations and other preparations. Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends were no exception; they too were busy at work. Pinkie Pie and Applejack were preparing the food for the celebration; Rainbow Dash was busy getting rid of the clouds to make sure there wouldn't be a storm. Fluttershy was preparing the animals for a small performance, and Rarity was decorating the place as well as designing a fabulous outfit for her to wear. Obviously to top it off, Twilight was keeping a checklist to make sure everything was ship shape.

There was however one set of ponies that seemed out of action. Lounging about in their clubhouse, The Cutie Mark Crusaders: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo sighed in unison.

"I'm so bored," Scootaloo complained.

"Yeah, I mean I'm happy we got our cutie marks," Sweetie Belle started as she looked down at her cutie mark.

"But now there's nuthin' for us to do," Apple Bloom finished, "we've finished the quest for our cutie marks."

Sweetie Belle then placed a hoof against her chin, "Wait, didn't we get our cutie marks because we were meant to help other ponies understand the meaning of their cutie marks?"

Apple Bloom nodded, "Yeah, that was why we got them, but who is there to help in town?"

Scootaloo stood up, "Well, we're not going to figure it out just moping here all day. Let's go into town and see what we can help out with."

"YEAH!" they all cheered.

(Cue theme song)

Within the town square, everypony was gathered. It seemed there was nopony absent from the festivities. The celebration would be that Friday, and they had to make sure it was all ready. Mayor Mare made her way to the center of the stage that was set up, and she tested the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlecolts, I am proud to announce that the preparations for Friday's Celebration of Friendship are all ready. I want everyone to just relax and have a well-earned rest for tomorrow's festivities. Thank you all for helping," she announced, and everypony cheered.

"This celebration is going to be awesome!" Rainbow Dash, "I mean, let's be honest. This whole celebration is to celebrate us and Twilight."

"Now, Rainbow Dash, don't boast like it's all about us. It's for all of Equestria to celebrate the magic of friendship," Twilight rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and you're the princess of friendship, Twilight," Rainbow Dash retorted.

"Doesn't mean ya need ta go on like you're the best pony in Equestria," Applejack replied.

Rainbow Dash shrugged, but then something black hidden in the crowd caught her eye. She gasped in surprise.

"No way!" she exclaimed, "Did she actually come out to hang out?"

She zoomed over, and the others exchanged curious glances. Rainbow Dash flew over to the black figure, but she stopped when she realized where the figure was heading. She sighed in irritation.

"Figures," Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, "she never leaves her home except when absolutely necessary."

"Who?" Twilight asked, and the Cutie Mark Crusaders seemed to be passing by.

"Ugh," Rainbow Dash groaned, "Artsy Heart, she's lived in this town as long as we have, but she never leaves her house except for food and more drawing stuff."

"Strange, how come I never heard of her?" Twilight asked.

"She's the town introvert. She usually chooses to be alone. No pony knows why," Applejack replied, "Some ponies just choose to be alone."

"Does anypony even know what her cutie mark is?" Twilight asked.

"Nope, she's even more shyer than me," Fluttershy whispered, and Twilight's eyes widened.

"Yeah, even if she does come into town, she's always wearing that cloak and won't talk to anypony," Rainbow Dash added.

Twilight gave a glance toward the cloaked pony, and she followed her friends back to her castle. Simultaneously, the Crusaders happened to stop by and listen to the conversation, and they stepped aside to chat.

"Did you hear what I heard?" Scootaloo whispered.

"Yup, sounds like there's a pony who might need our help," Apple Bloom replied.

"But Applejack said she just wants to be left alone," Sweetie Belle retorted, "maybe she's right."

"It can't hurt to try," Apple Bloom offered, "I mean, we're supposed to help others discover the meanun' of their cutie mark. Sounds like this Artsy Heart could use just that."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure there isn't a cutie mark for being alone all the time," Scootaloo said.

"All in favor of checkin' on Artsy Heart, say aye!" Apple Bloom announced.

"Aye!"

Swiftly and quietly, they followed the pony in the black cloak home. The pony in question glanced around, but she saw nothing. Making sure the coast was clear, she entered her house, and she closed the door.

"Well, she seems busy; we should just leave her be," Sweetie Belle replied nervously.

"No way," Apple Bloom retorted, "we'll try our best before we give up. So...who's knockin'?"

Both the other two crusaders pushed Apple Bloom to the door. Apple Bloom groaned.

"No pony all go at once," she rolled her eyes, and she sighed.

Apple Bloom knocked lightly upon the door; shortly after, a small squeak of panic escaped from the pony inside.

"Uh…" the pony spoke, "the art gallery isn't open, and it probably never will be. Please go away."

"Miss Artsy Heart, mah name's Apple Bloom, and we jus' wanna talk to ya."

"No thanks, the owner is currently not accepting visitors. Please come back another time...or never at all."

With a glow around the door, there was the sound of the door locking. It was clear they weren't getting anywhere.

"Well, that worked out," Scootaloo said sarcastically, "let's go. She clearly doesn't wanna talk to anyone."

Apple Bloom put her hoof to her chin in thought, "Maybe we jus' need to think bigg'r."

Sweetie Belle chimed in, "Rarity always lets me in her room if I have something to help her with her designs."

"So, what are you saying?" Scootaloo asked.

"I'm saying what if we got Artsy Heart a gift or something to help her out with whatever she does as a living?"

"That could work," Apple Bloom replied, "but what does she even do?"

"She said something about a gallery...so maybe she's an artist?"

"Well let's get her some pencils. All artists use pencils at some point."