Chapter 7: The Cutie Mark
"Mother... Why is the moon on your flank, while mine is bare?"
"Oh Duskfall," My mother laughed, causing me to recoil myself a little, "I haven't told you? You have the mark of the new moon on your flank!"
"But I don't see anything..." I checked it again, not seeing any kind of moon on my flank.
"That's the point of the new moon, it hides itself behind the night sky," She nuzzled me some.
"...And what's my special talent then?" I asked, wondering how it could relate to me.
"You'll find out when you're older Duskfall, just be patient," I noticed she would use that word more times than I could count.
"Patience..."
Eventually, I came to realize the true meaning behind my cutie mark... I kept my self hidden. I was antisocial, I was out of the sight of the public eye... Nopony knew I existed... Until now.
"I just hope to see you again... soon," Fluttershy's voice echoed in my head stirring me from my dreams. Blinking my eyes open, I wiped the dust from my eyes, quickly noticing the massacre of scattered books and pages across the floor.
"Not again..." I muttered, knowing this was the result of another horrific sleepwalk session. I began to clean the clutter up, not caring what book went where. A small headache grew within my forehead as I kept working.
Many groans and complains accompanied my clean up, only ending when the task was complete. At least I could be thankful it was only a paper mess... The majority of my sleepwalks resulted in unmentionable disasters... And they still occur now.
"Just like... No, don't think about it," I cut myself off, not wanting to start another pity party with myself. Who knows what will follow after that...
I walked back up to the ground floor, the light of early morning catching my eyes. More grumbles escaped from my lips as my vision adjusted to the brightness. The frustration seemed to fade away as I recalled the meeting I had set up with Fluttershy tonight. However the feeling was soon replaced with a troublesome worry.
I paced back and forth, wondering what would take place at her cottage. Who would be her other guest... And what that guest would think of me.
"Just stop! ...It doesn't matter what they think! Fluttershy likes me, there's a good chance this guest will like me too," I assured myself. My thoughts were shattered as I caught a silvery glimmer from one of the standing mirrors, but the second I turned my body to look, it was gone. It took me a few takes until I actually pinned it down...
It was my cutie mark. The new moon on my flank began to reveal itself just a sliver. This was a first... Why it decided to change was beyond me. I rubbed it with a fore-hoof, seeing if it was just dust instead...
"No... This is for real," I swallowed hard, wondering what mother's reaction would be. I had until next new moon to hide this, roughly a month's time.
"Heeeelp!" I heard a young filly's cry echo from outside... This was another first, usually ponies were good at looking out for themselves... Or at least I assumed.
