She's still sitting there...
>You mutter under your breathe as you look out your window blinds at the strange pony in your backyard.
>She's been coming around for the past few days now, but... there's somehting different about her from other pegusi you've seen around town, you've never gotten close enough to tell what though.
>In fact, when she comes around you stay in your home.
>You take a deep breath.
>You're going to do it today, you're going to go outside and talk to the mysterious mare.
>You shiver, did it just get colder in here? 
>You mark it up to just your mind playing tricks on you as you open your door and step into the warm glow of the setting sun.
>Stepping closer to her you call out-
After Noon stranger!
>She jumps at first and scrambles to stand back up while giggling.
What's so funny ma'am?
>"Well, you see, that's my name."
What is? Stranger?
>"No, no, I'm After Noon, nice to meet you."
I'm Anon, and this is my yard.
>"Oh, I-I'm sorry, do you want me to leave?"
No, it's alright, I-
>You notice her wings... and her teeth, and her eyes. Goddamn you're dull sometimes. She's a bat.
It's fine, say, what are you hanging around for?
>"This is the best place I could find to watch the sunset, you have a great view."
Yeah, they thought this house was too dangerous for ponies, so they let me have it, pretty cheap actually.
>She opens her saddle bag and takes out an easel and painting supplies.
You're an artist?
>"Oh yes, definetly."
>She turns so you can see her cutiemark.
>A brush and pencil. Right.
Hey, hand on a sec, I'll be right back.
>You head into your home, searching for your own art case.
>Back outside After Noon is already setting up her stand.
>You stand beside her and set up yours as well.
>"You paint too?"
Oh yeah, I used to do it all the time, nowadays though... Not so much.
>"Well what happened Mr. Anon?"
Please, that was my father's name.