I share a quiet moment with my favorite MLP character.
I jumped ahead a bit in my story, I hope nobody minds. ^^

“Butterquill! What are you doin’ out here so late?” Applejack asked, trotting up beside Butterquill, who sat next to a Sweet Apple Orchard tree one night. Applejack looked tired. That made since, given that, in a farming situation you usually woke with the rooster and went to bed quite early.
Everyone had helped Butterquill move in, and since she had officially moved out of the Apple family house, Applejack was more than surprised to see her back on their property.
“Oh, I’m just writing.”
“Writin’?” Applejack asked, confused as the crickets chirped about them, “can’t it wait till tomorrow?”
“No, not usually. When I get an idea, I have to write it down or I’ll forget it.”
“Hmm.” Applejack said, not relating to Butterquill much. “I never did like writin’ much.”
“I suppose that’s because you like working with your hooves more? Things you can touch and feel suits you best I assume.”
“That sounds about right.” Applejack said, smiling. “You’re not too much of a prissy, sorta’ know-it-all, are you?” Applejack asked.
Butterquill smiled. “Not at all, I lean more towards your side of things, being more of a tomboy than anything. I enjoy a good day’s work just as much as a day of peace and quiet.”
Applejack nodded. “So, what are you doin’ here? Your home’s right next to town, right?”
Butterquill nodded. “Yes, I just love the apple orchards and really find it inspiring.”
“Ah, I getcha’ now.” AJ said with a nod. “I find the apple trees comforting too me too. After a long day’s work, I usually take a nap under one of these trees. If you’re tired enough, you’ll fall asleep right at its feet.”
Butterquill laughed. “I remember doing that once. That also was the day I fell asleep too late dozed off on my hooves the next day.”
Applejack blushed. “I-I did that once, when I tried buckin’ this whole orchard of apples in only a matter of three days.”
“Yes, I’m sure that would be a good cause of sleeping while standing.”
There was a pause, then Butterquill bit her lip. “A-Applejack?”
“Oh, please, call me AJ, sugar cube.” Applejack said with a nod.
“Oh, alright,” Butterquill said, again flattered by Applejack’s widely used pet name. “what was it like for you in Manehattan? Boring for you?”
AJ looked puzzled. “Well, I, well,” then she paused then asked, “why do you ask?”
“Oh, I’d just heard of your relatives living there, and trying to make you prim and proper, but you wouldn’t have it,” she said, her voice growing as though she were telling a dramatic story, “then you came back here to be the tomboy everyone loves. Dependable and strong.”
“That’s about the sum of it, yes.” AJ said with a chuckle.
“Intriguing.” Butterquill said, smiling. “It’s like so many romance novels I’ve read.”
That turned off AJ’s interest in a snap. “Well, um, I best be getting back to bed now. Glad you enjoying it out here. Stay for as long as you like.”
“Oh, thank you AJ.”
There was a pause, and Butterquill thought Applejack and left. Then her voice popped up.
“Uh, whatcha’ writin’ about?”
Butterquill was shocked at first, then smiled and said, “about my time here, the time I spent with you and your family.”
Applejack looked awed, then humbled. “Well tarnation Butter, uh, if I may call you that,” Butterquill nodded, “I’m honored to be the subject of a poem/story/thingy of yours. Mind if I read it?”
“Sure, I’ll come by tomorrow when it’s done.”
“Alright,” Applejack said, looking like she was really ready to go to bed now, “goodnight Butter.”
“Goodnight, AJ.” Butterquill said.
Then Applejack left, ready to get a good night’s rest. Butterquill looked up at the moon. It was probably ten o’clock by the position of the moon, and she figured it was about time for her to get to bed too. Leaving the orchard, she trotted off into the night, back to her house.