A Misthought Result

Waking up, Trixie could feel very unballanced, looking around at the room she thought she'd never be in, she began to rage, standing shakily she tore the bed covers, stomped the pillow, snapped the headboard, then turned to Twilight's bookshelf. Using a flare of magic, she made it burst to flames, only for it to be extinguished by Twilight as she entered.

"Calm down!"

"Why?! After you took everything from me, after you humiliated me, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!!!!", Trixie exploded.

Waiting patiently, Twilight only stared until the ligth blue mare broke into sobs again.

"I'm not the one that ruined your life. But I am responsible for what happened. If you wouldn't have started overly boasting, making yourself look so much more powerful, then you wouldn't be stuck like this now."

Approaching the mare, Twilight put a hoof on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry for everything. Ok? Now, eat your breakfast, you need to get something in your stomach."

Nodding, Trixie sniffed one more time then looked at the bowl set before her. It was simple oatmeal, but she loved oatmeal, it was a third favorite. Picking up the bowl, she poured it's contents into her mouth, quickly eating it and finishing the entire bowl before laying ack down in the tattered remains of the bed.

"Do you feel better?"

Trixie nodded, but then shook her head as her stomach growled. She curled up, holding ehr stomach before throwing back up what she just ate. Fortunately, Twilight had a bucket ready and caught the mess before it spread over the covers.

"I'll see what I can do."

Trixie didn't hear, she was weak, she could barely move without shaking. She thought that it would be easier, but starving herself made it worse.

Walking into the kitchen, Twilight cleaned out teh bucket, then proceeded to mix mroe ingredients to make a meal that trixie could keep in her stomach. Thinking of the lightest bit of food, twilight baked a few biscuits, then tasted them herself. Rich, buttery, too much. Throwing that batch away, she made another, this time, no butter. They were dry, and tasteless, but no butter meant no grease, no oil. It would be light enough for the light blue mare to keep down.

Returning to the bedroom, Twilight opened the door as Trixie sat up. The mare was tired, exhausted. And seeing how she shook, made twilight feel horrible. She gave a biscuit to Trixie adn she took a small bite.

"Their tasteless, where is the butter?"

"Butter would make it too much. You need something light in your stomach."

Trixie nodded adn ate a biscuit, turning the rest down, adn laid back down.

Twilight smiled, then walked back donwstairs, puttign the biscuits on teh table and laying down on the big cushion in the middle of the room.

"Twilight?", spike asked as he woke up.

"Yes, Spike?"

"I thought you wouldn't get any sleep."

"About that, in about four hours, could you bring Trixie another biscuit? And make sure she doesn't try anything, ya know."

"Feed the pony, and keep her from suicidal actions, yes."

"Please don't give her any ideas."

Spike nodded.