Sweetie Bell held the present as Applebloom knocked once more on Artsy Heart's door. As before, a squeak came from inside.

"Please just go away," the voice called, "I choose to be alone, and that's that."

"Miss Heart, we have a present for you," Applebloom offered.

It was quiet, but the fillies could hear the sound of Artsy's hooves as she slowly approached the door. With a pink glow, the door slowly opened, and a pair of bright blue eyes lurked in the darkness. However the light of the outside produced a glare on the glasses. The eyes were timid as they lurked.

"A...a present for me?" a voice asked.

"Yeah," Scootaloo replied, and Sweetie Bell presented the gift to her.

The eyes seemed to move around in thought, but finally the pink glow surrounded the gift as she opened it. She gasped as she took out the sketchbook and pencils.

"H-how'd you know?"

"We kinda assumed," Sweetie Bell replied, and Applebloom added, "Do ya like 'em?"

"I love them. Thank you…" Artsy Heart replied, and she sighed, "I guess you could come in for a bit, but gimme just a sec."

The door closed, and moments later, the pony returned, wearing the black cloak.

"You wear that at home too?" Scootaloo asked.

"No, I just wear it around other ponies."

"How come?" Sweetie Bell asked.

"Just...because," Artsy answered.

"Fillies, calm down, just leave 'er be," Applebloom interfered, "we're lucky she let us in. Let's not interrogate her."

As the smaller ponies followed her around, they could see many easels and sketchbooks filled with drawings. Strangely enough, they could see she'd sketched everypony in Ponyville. She'd even gotten everypony's cutie marks. Looking around again, they could see the house or studio or wherever she lived had windows that were blackened on the outside. However, they were clear from the inside, granting the viewer to see without being seen.

"I apologize for the mess. I never get visitors," Artsy apologized.

"It's alright, Miss Heart," Applebloom replied.

"Oh," she blushed, "you can call me Artsy."

Artsy showed them around while also tidying up a little as she spoke, "This is where I do most of my sketching. I'm really shy, so I don't go out often. These windows make a perfect cover so I'm not seen."

"They're beautiful," Sweetie Bell complimented.

"Yeah, everypony and their cutie marks down to the last detail," Scootaloo added, "hey, what's your cutie mark?"

Artsy Heart then seemed to get nervous. She didn't want to admit it, but she was really consious of talking about the subject of her cutie mark.

"Uh, I'd rather not say," she replied, and then she gasped, "Oh my Celestia! You got your cutie marks! I simply must draw you now! I can't believe I never noticed yet!"

Applebloom and the other crusaders glanced at each other curiously, and they shrugged, "Sure."

"Okay, wait right here, I'll be right back," Artsy Heart said, and she trotted off to get her stuff.

"I don't know why she's so anti-social, she's so nice," Sweetie Bell said.

"Perhaps some ponies just prefer to be alone," Applebloom replied.

"Yeah, but what about that cloak she wears? I'm not the only one that thinks that's a little weird, right?" Scootaloo asked.

Applebloom just shrugged, "It's really nun of our business wut she wears."

The others shrugged, and Artsy Heart returned.

"I may be an introvert, but I actually know everypony's name in Ponyville. You three are Applebloom, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo, the Cutie Mark were doing everything to earn your cutie marks, but it seems you actually got them. I can't believe I didn't notice-WHOA!"

Artsy Heart tripped over an easel, and the tie became undone for her cloak. In the commotion, her cloak flew off. The crusaders rushed to help her up, but they were shocked as they saw what they saw. Being dizzy from the crash, Artsy hadn't even noticed her cloak was off. When she came to her senses, she realized what had happened. She gasped. The crusaders also gasped.

She was a blank flank...

YUP! Artsy Heart is a blank flank! She's as old as Twilight and the others by the way. Anyway, please review thanks.