Lulamoon

Trixie sat in her bed, reviewing her notes from the day's work. Princess Luna had questioned her on every branch of magic Trixie knew about, and more. She had passed with flying colors on the telekinesis tests, and the tests involving light, but she had barely scraped by on everything else. They had stopped for a quick lunch break, the the Princess started on a completely new topic.

She had discussed with Trixie what she wanted to be.

In some ways, that was even harder than the magical tests. Trixie knew she didn't want to be the wandering traveler who put on fireworks displays and boasted. Nor did she want to stay locked up in an office all day doing paperwork and math. She needed to get out, to move around. Trixie didn't even want to be known as Trixie anymore. Beatrix seemed too stuffy and formal; the name Trixie was known by practically every citizen of Equestria. Princess Luna and Trixie had gone on for hours and hours just debating what Trixie could do. She obviously had a special talent for magic; yes, it needed to be groomed, but Trixie had potential. And when she hadn't been showing off or being rude or downright evil, Trixie was positively sweet.

But how could they convince everypony in Equestria of the same thing?

The session had ended with Princess Luna assigning homework: Trixie had to rewrite her notes, and she had to practice some of the spells she had some difficulty with. Trixie had practiced the spells, and was almost finished with her notes. As she scribbled the last sentence, Trixie levitated her notebook and quill onto the desk in her room.

After a brief moment of consideration, Trixie walked back over to her desk. She had had a dream the last night. About her parents, when she passed the entrance exam to Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, and how she got her hat, cape, and brooch, Her cape and brooch were in fact folded carefully in a small cupboard in the kitchen, but her hat was long gone. She may as well write to them. She hadn't seen them since she was discharged from school.

Trixie dipped the sapphire feather in a bottle of black ink, and began to write:

Dear Mom and Dad,

It has been a long time since we've spoken to each other. I wanted to say I'm sorry. You were so disappointed in me when I was discharged from school, and you had a perfect right to. Afterwards, I took a job as a travelling showcase, but my boasting got me into trouble again. These last few months have been really hard for me, but Princess Luna took me in as her protege and I'm doing well. Trixie hesitated. The letter seemed incomplete to her. She added a little bit more.

I love you. Hope I see you soon.

Love, Trixie

Trixie stopped short for a minute, wondering how she would send the letter. She looked out the window. The streets were dark and empty, but Trixie occasionally spotted a guard. There was a mailbox on the side of one street about a hundred yards from the castle. Perfect. Trixie quickly addressed and folded the letter, and she crept out of Princess Luna's quarters and down the stars. The front door was locked, but Trixie knew she could teleport past it. Hopefully.

She focused her magic on the shattering sensation, and visualized a picture of the mailbox. With a purple flash, Trixie found herself right beside said mailbox. Allowing herself a small smile at her achievement, Trixie slipped the letter into the mailbox and completed the teleportation spell once again, this time grinning in utter delight.

Well, maybe I'm not such a failure after all.