Lit by a Star

Celestia was obviously doing her duty of rising the sun, for it did early next morning. Trixie awoke to the perfectly aimed beam of light from the window. It slightly annoyed her, she tried to roll over and go back to sleep.

Moonlit opened the door to the room just moments after Trixie closed her eyes once more. She could hear him, but didn’t want to be bothered so she acted as if she was asleep. Trixie heard the faint sound that levitation magic makes and another door open.

What is he doing? Trixie thought to herself. She couldn’t help but peek. She slightly opened her eyes.

Moonlit’s back was turned and he was levitating something into the closet. Trixie didn’t know what, but she wanted to understand what he was doing. Moonlit began backing out of the closet, and Trixie immediately closed her eyes.

She heard quiet hoofsteps. They weren’t heading for the door however, they were moving in Trixie’s direction. She thought that maybe she had been caught, and that Moonlit was going to force her to rise out of bed. But instead, she felt the blanket levitate and then tuck around her.

Moonlit tucked the blanket quite slowly, trying not to wake the secretly awake pony in the bed. After he finished tucking Trixie in the best he could, he took a moment to admire her. She’s kinda cute when she is asleep… He smiled, and turned to leave.

Once Trixie heard the door closed, she opened her eyes. “Well then, let’s just see what you are hiding.” She said quietly while getting out of bed and moving towards the closet.

When she got to the closet, she saw nothing unusual or different from the night before. Her cape and hat were right where she had left them. She reached out to grab her hat, but when she touched it, something felt off about it.

It’s warm… Trixie thought to herself. Why is Trixie’s hat warm? She pondered a moment on why the hat was warm. All she could come up with was one answer. Moonlight…

Trixie trotted over to the bedroom and opened it with her magic. She stepped out and looked around for the colt. Where is he? Her thoughts were interrupted however by small snores. Trixie looked over to where the snores came from.

In front of the coach, on the floor lay Moonlit sleeping happily. Trixie wanted to ask him why he would touch her stuff, but waking him up and forcing him to answer questions would make her seem demanding. She did not want to prove Moonlit right about her being demanding. Trixie decided to wait until later to ask.

Instead Trixie looked around for something to do to pass the time. She noticed that everything was cleaner than it was the night before. Things were more organized and less dusty. She didn’t think too much of it though and made her way to the kitchen.

The counters and cabinets were spotless. The sink was clear and sparkly. Trixie was now becoming surprised. Did Moonlit do all this?

She opened one of the cabinets, it was full of cans. Cans that were almost perfectly organized. How..?

As she slowly looked through most of the kitchen, her confusion only grew. Trixie couldn’t believe Moonlit did this all by himself. Instead, she denied that he did.

She opened another cabinet, this one having boxes. At first glance, the boxes just seemed nicely packed and placed. However, as Trixie read through the names of the food that each box contained, she realized something slightly stunning. All these boxes are in alphabetical order. But how could a simple colt do all this in a single night?

Trixie’s stomach growled, telling her to put the organization skills that Moonlit had aside and complete her goal for being here. Food. She surveyed the room for something. The only thing that wouldn’t take too long to cook, or in this case toast, was some of the pre-sliced bread left on the counter. It was lined up parallel with the wall.

Trixie levitated two slices of the bread, and located the toaster. She placed the slices in the holes and pushed the switch-like handle down, but when she let go it came right back up. This process repeated a few times before Trixie got aggravated.

“Why won’t this idiotic machine listen to Trixie?” She asked out loud as if somepony would answer her. She glared at the foul machinery, but then noticed something. The toaster that held Trixie’s bread, was unplugged. Using her magic, she plugged the toaster in, giving it the power to grant her wish of toast.

“You thought you could trick Trixie?” She pushed the handle down once more. It held this time. “Ha!” Trixie turned to the fridge. And now for the jam.

She opened it and found it a bit more empty than she thought it would be. After scanning the fridge, she realized that the things were not in an alphabetical order. Trixie wasn’t surprised. She began looking through what there was in it.

It took a bit longer than somepony would expect to find it, considering the jam was in the shelf Trixie checked the last. She closed the fridge and took the jar in her hooves. She tried to unscrew the lid of the jar, but after a second try she realized what was wrong.

“Of course the lid would be stuck.” Trixie whined. She tried even harder to unscrew the lid. She gritted her teeth and her eyes opened wide as she attempted to open the sealed jar of jam. The jar remained closed.

“Is that so? Fine!” Trixie said, now annoyed with everything that was refusing to listen to her. She levitated the jam jar with her magic, and focused on the lid. Using a great and powerful amount of magic, the jar’s lid finally gave and popped off.

“Heh, Trixie is the vic-” Trixie was about to announce her victory over the jar, when she was interrupted by a loud beeping noise. When she looked towards where the noise came from, she mostly saw a black smoke.

The toaster had caught on fire and was now flooding the room with smoke like a snoring dragon. Trixie dropped the jar and froze. The smoke got thicker and she couldn’t think of what to do. The beeping dug into her mind, causing her to not think of anything.

“Unplug the toaster!” A voice shouted. It took Trixie a moment to realize that Moonlit had awoken and was coming towards the kitchen. He ran up to the sink and levitated a cup up. Trixie’s mind caught up at this point and she did what she was told. Using her magic, she ripped the plug out of the socket. Her tug was too powerful, and she ended up bringing the burning toaster onto the floor.

Moonlit filled the cup with water from the sink nearby. He spun around and flung the water in the direction of the toaster. There was a sizzling noise and the smoke got thicker. Did she unplug it? I forgot to check… Moonlit thought to himself.

The smoke got to Trixie and she coughed slightly. “Is the fire out?” She asked, after she had a small coughing fit. Moonlit got a bit closer to the ground, trying to avoid the smoke.

“I think.” He said. The beeping of the fire alarm continued, and it began to annoy Moonlit with each and every high-pitched beep it made. He wasn’t waiting for the smoke to clear to stop it. “Trixie, go open some windows.” He commanded calmly. He took a small breath and then held it.

“Moonlit, what are you doing?” Trixie asked as she saw him walk right into the smoke. He would tell her, but he decided opening his mouth wasn’t a good idea. He just had to find the smoke alarm. However, the smoke began to burn his eyes now too.

He wiped his eyes hoping it would help, but of course it didn’t. He coughed slightly, and tried to not breathe in. Dangit. He closed his eyes hoping the first time was just a failed attempt. I can’t hold much longer. I’ma gonna have to step out. The beeping continued, it seemed to mock his failure at stopping it. Then Moonlit realized something. The beeping is right above me, so…

He felt around with his eyes still closed for the fallen toaster. Once his hoof tapped it, he smiled allowing smoke into his lungs. After a couple more small coughs, he took the toaster with his magic.

“Shut the hay up!” He said, as he launched it towards where he thought the beeping was coming from. There was a loud crash when the toaster came in contact with the ceiling. Moonlit decided now would be a good time to move somewhere with higher oxygen concentration. However the force of gravity was faster than him. The remains of the toaster came down and smacked Moonlit down onto the ground.

“Moonlit, you idiot! What did you think would happen?” Trixie scolded. She had done what she was told to, the few windows in the room and surrounding rooms were now open. The smoke was slowly crawling outside.

Moonlit’s first reply was a couple well needed coughs and a moan of pain. After getting his senses straight he was able to answer Trixie properly. “I thought the alarm would stop, which it did.” He was right, apparently launching smoking toasters at alarms could stop them.

“Trixie isn’t amused.” She said, in a straightforward tone. “And she now understands why the jam was so firmly locked. It is so you can practice being the brute that you are.” Moonlit looked up at Trixie.

“What about you? You just almost burnt the place down.” He said as he slowly rose up off the floor.

“Trixie is not to blame here!” She was withdrawn at his comment. “The toaster was just not efficient enough to handle Trixie.” She said, trying to escape any guilt that could be placed upon her.

“I was only kidding.” Moonlit stated. “I didn’t tell you that you really shouldn’t use it. Because it decides to do, well that.” Moonlit looked at the remains of the toaster.

“Trixie knows that now. Trixie also knows that she hasn’t had breakfast yet, and now that stupid toaster is in pieces. As is the smoke detector, but that’s not really bad thing. But still.” She began, but Moonlit didn’t care to hear any rants about breakfast.

“Well, I haven’t had breakfast either.” He interrupted. “I don’t feel like making anything right now and your attempt wasn’t successful, so I think we should just go somewhere and order breakfast.” Moonlit said.

“Where would we even go?” Trixie asked. She truthfully didn’t want to go anywhere, but she decided it was best to not test anymore kitchen appliances.

That is actually a really good question. I don’t know what she likes, or if she is allergic to anything. Moonlit thought for a second, but then he realized something completely unrelated. He raised his hoof and placed it on the side of his head, right below where the toaster had retaliated back against him. When he brought the hoof back in front of his face, there was blood. Trixie didn’t seem to notice so he quickly hid the hoof.

“Just flawless…” He spoke aloud. When he noticed that Trixie was staring at him questioningly, he had to come up with something to cover his slip of the tongue. “Oh, uh, why don’t we shower first, we will have had time to think and we can decide afterward?” Moonlit said, hoping she would agree so he would have time to deal with everything.

“Fine, Trixie showers first though.” She announced and stepped out of the kitchen area.

Have I even told her where the bathroom is? Moonlit thought to himself. Oh well, if I haven’t she can find it on her own. Moonlit returned his attention back towards the blood on his hoof.

He sighed and moved towards where he had placed the medical supplies. “Stupid toaster.”