Welcome back, readers. After my brief (?) hiatus, I'm writing up a new chapter for this thing. This chapter, in question, introduces another character. Let's see if you can guess who she is before you see her name.

Disclaimer: I only own Amadeus and the character introduced here.

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"I wonder where I am..."
The pony looked up from the map and at the town she had approached. Sure, it wasn't a real big town, but it was inhabited. She looked back at the map and continued walking into the town.
"I... I think this town is... Ponyville, I think? Maybe? Yeah, I think this is Ponyville. I'm pretty sure I took this path over here, and-"

She ran into another pony while distracted by the map.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't-"
The pony gasped and zoomed off, faster than one would expect, in a blur of pink before her features could even be made out. The lost pony, meanwhile, fixed her mussed-up mane. It worked for a second, but then stood up straight as she looked back at the map.

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"Pinkie, where are we going?" Twilight asked the excited pony that was dragging her along by the hoof.
"We're gonna go meet a new pony! I know she's new, because-"
"You know everyone in Ponyville and haven't seen her before. So, who is-"
Twilight's sentence was interrupted by a metallic bang. A navy blue pony stumbled backwards out of a nearby alley with a metal bucket over her head, a frying pan on her hoof, and some silverware stuck in her mane. She tried to push the bucket off, but it was to be stuck good.
"That's her! That's her, right over there!" Pinkie said, bouncing and pointing excitedly. Twilight went over to the pony.
"Are you okay?"
The pony sat down and stopped trying to pull off the bucket.
"Yup. I just have a bucket stuck to my head. Don't worry, this has happened before."
"Can I help get it off?"
"Well, if it isn't a bother, sure. But really, I'm not your problem, so it's not a big deal. I'll get it off on my own eventually. You have someone with you? It'll take a few ponies to push this thing off."
"Yeah, I do. Hey, Pinkie, can you help with this?"
"Sure! Help with what?"
"Really, Pinkie?" Twilight groaned sarcastically, "We're going to get this bucket off her head."
"Oh. I knew that!"
After much straining, the three managed to get the bucket off. The blue pony shook off some dust and attended to the frying pan.
"Hey, am I in Ponyville, by any chance?" She asked, using her three free hooves to push off the pan.
"Yeah. Are you lost or something?"
"Actually, yes, I am. But, y'know, this place looks kinda nice. I think I might just settle down here."
"What's your name?"

While trying to untangle a fork from her tail, she responded, "Neodyma. You?"
"I'm Twilight Sparkle, and this is Pinkie Pie."
After a few seconds' delay, Twilight's mind clicked, and she remembered where she had heard the pony's name before.

"Have you ever known someone named Amadeus?" She asked.
"Amadeus? The art colt? Oh, yeah, I knew him. He was nice, but after the whole paint incident..."
"Paint incident?"
The pony finished cleaning the metal off herself and stood up. She was a good few inches taller than the other two, not even counting for her mane that refused to stay down.
"Yeah. After I moved away, I heard from a pony that used to be at the same school I was at before I moved that he'd accidentally gotten poisoned by some paint."
"You moved away? Funny. He said that he heard you got..." She swallowed a little, "Well, ripped apart by a chainsaw."
"That? Oh, funny how stories get messed up through the grapevine! See, that almost happened. Luckily, it hit a tree before it hit me. Then Mom and Dad decided we'd move away so he could get a job with fewer dangerous things to get attracted by me. Never got to say goodbye to anyone, so I guess the misunderstanding is, um, understandable. Oh, if you don't know, I'm-"
"Magnetic? Amadeus told me."
"Amadeus? Is he... Is he here or something?"

"He is!" Pinkie interjected. "Up there in the scary-looking place on the big hill!"

"Oh! Oh, how lucky. I can't wait to see him again! Catch up on what happened! Can you take me there? That is, if it isn't too much of a problem. If you have better things to do, that's fine."
"You remind me of Fluttershy." Pinkie said bluntly.
"Who?"

"We'll have you meet her and the others, but first I think you want to meet Amadeus." Twilight said, nudging Pinkie to get her to stop dragging on the conversation.

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Ding-dong.
Amadeus finished a line, then set down his paintbrush and went to get the door.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Twilight! How impeccably timed! I've started a painting, but I'm at a loss as to where to go with it. Could I get an opinion, mm-yes no?"
"Actually, Amadeus, there's someone we think you want to see first."
Twilight and Pinkie stepped aside, putting Neodyma in view. Amadeus' eyes widened.
"Neodyma? Is that really you? Oh, gosh, it's been so long! I swear I heard you'd died! Forget the painting, let's catch up, shall we? Thanks, Twilight! Anyway, so I met Twilight and friends the other day..."
Twilight and Pinkie started walking away, knowing they weren't really going to be important to the conversation. Each pony was thinking a different thing.
Twilight was thinking of how happy she felt that she had reunited some old friends, and was even formulating a letter to Celestia. Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned...

Pinkie, on the other hand, was formulating a party.