The cloaked pony set down the basket on the market stand and pointed to the watermelon with a hoof. "You want this?" asked the owner of the booth. He seemed a little confused by the strange behavior or the pony. The pony nods. "Erm...okay then. That'll be 10 bits..." The pony tosses the money onto the surface of the stand, and slips the melon into her saddlebags. Then proceeds to walk away, leaving a very confused shopkeeper. "Um...have a nice...day...?" The strange pony continues to do this, for several minutes, until they apparently have enough food. Then they start out of the market. Of course, this entire time, they're unaware that they're being watched curiously...
Intrude watched the mysterious pony. She turned to her little brother. "March, go back to Dad, ok? I'll be home soon." she said, planting a kiss on his curly head. He nodded, and ran back. Intrude's horn glowed, and she took off, following the stranger.
The pony walks, carefully and discreetly, out of the marketplace. It carries its basket in its mouth, and seems to easily avoid attracting any attention. It also, Intrude notices, never brushes against or touches any other ponies, and seems to give everypony as much space as possible.
Intrude casually walked after the pony, keeping a suitable distance, pretending to browse some lettuce.
Intrude catches a flash of silvery mane underneath the cloak as she watches the pony trot away. Nopony else seems to pay much attention to the odd pony. The pony has now exited the marketplace and is trotting down the fairly empty street just outside the marketplace, obviously with a destination in mind.
Intrude sees the pony's thoughts...or rather, reads them: I have my apples, my watermelon, my cherries, my corn and carrots and...oh, good, this will be enough to last me for at least a week! I won't have to come out of my house for so long! Today was such a great day, I haven't even seen any signs of any ponies from...that place. What an amazing day. The pony continues trotting, naturally not sensing that anything had happened.
Oh, when I get home I'll bake some carrot cake with the leftover sugar I have in the cupboard...and have some apples with it, that sounds wonderful... The pony turns at a corner, then stops at a door to pull a key from her saddlebags. She unlocks the door, then opens it and walks inside to put away her groceries, leaving the door open and unattended for a moment. The carrots go here on the counter...the fruit goes in the cooler...
Intrude heard something fall to the floor inside, and the scrabbling of hooves against the wooden floor. Oh my Celestia, somepony's here, I don't know who it is, why are they here, what are they doing what do they want how can I escape!? There was silence for a bit, except panicked thoughts, and then the pony started to calm down. It's...it's not them...they wouldn't have given me a chance...this pony doesn't sound bad...but...ohh...I don't know... Intrude sees a mare with exceptionally long silver hair and a deep blue coat peek around the doorway at her.
The pony nods slowly, her mane swinging lightly forward and backward. She takes a few careful steps out of the door, looking around before looking back at Intrude curiously, and still with a few reservations.
Intrude hesitated. It wasn't like her to be kind to ponies. She shook aside the thought, and cleared her throat. "It's just, well, I noticed you in the market place, and wondered... You looked like you were.." she paused, looking for the right word.
The mare blinks. I'm what? She thinks. Intrude notices that the mare keeps a good four feet minimum distance between them at all times.
The pony nods in admission. Guilty as charged, I guess... She looks down at the ground, then back up at Intrude, staring. Hmm...umm...I guess... She backs up a little, then hesitantly motions for Intrude to come into her house. She then darts inside herself.
The mare is busying herself with searching for something, curiously she pulls out a notepad and a pencil. Then, she trots back over and sets it on the small table that appears to be the dining room table. She writes, Hello, my name is Scire. What is your name?
