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A Typical Day (Revised)

A few hours later Trixie was brushing her mane for the third time that day. She sat in front of a mirror and was looking over herself, and what she saw was a mare she barely recognized. While she got most of her memory back parts of it were still jumbled or fragmented. Today like she had so many others, she was going to see a close friend who had been helping her with recollecting her memories.

Putting her brush down Trixie gathered a few papers, her saddlebags, and a nice pink coat with wool cuffs and slipped it on. Once she had her coat on she slipped her saddlebags on and placed the papers inside. She glanced outside to see it was raining and pickup and umbrella and prepared to leave. As she walked out of the bedroom and entered the living area she saw Link sleeping on the couch, kicking his back leg like he was dreaming.

Trixie pet his head as she passed by and headed off into the city for her therapy session.

She walked in the rain towards the edge of the city where she met with her psychologist that was recommended to her by Princess Luna, Dr. Deep Insight. For a while now Trixi event to regular weekly session with the unicorn stallion. He’d become a close friend to Trixie during her sessions and even met him outside the office from time to time for lunch. At first, Trixie was fine with it but she made a habit of telling Spitfire after she initially found out and made a huge fuss about it. Apparently, Spitfire thought Trixie was cheating on her when she found out but was quickly put to rest thankfully.

Now a days, Trixie spent her time working with the local enchantments shop she went to to get her wagon enchanted. The owner of the shop Sigil Crest was another close friend of hers that she made from long ago but had forgotten until recently.

Trixie decided to go and meet her after her session, it had been too long since they last saw each other. As Trixie Made her way to the office of Deep Insight she stopped to get a coffee for herself. As she finished her beverage she had just arrived at the office of Deep Insight and entered the lobby area. There sitting at the reception desk was an earth pony stallion with a white collar and a simple red tie known as Asset.

Asset glanced up at the incoming pony and smiled with delight.

“Ah, Miss Lulamoon! We’re glad you’re back! I’ll let the doc, know your coming.”

“Thanks, Asset,” Trixie said to the stallion.

The stallion nodded and walked out the back of the office, and disappeared behind a set of doors. Trixie stood by the front desk waiting for the pony to return. It wasn’t long before Trixie took a look around when Asset returned and stood by the door holding it open with his hoof.

“The Doctor will see you now,” He said.

Trixie thanked him and entered the back room. When she passed by Assert the stallion closed the door behind her. In the room was a simple office. A single large desk was in the center of the room with two large comfy seats in front of it.

Two large bookshelves stood to the left of the desk and several degrees and doctorates adorned the walls of Deep Insights accreditations. The pony himself was sitting in one of the seats. He was an earth pony stallion with light brown fur and a short yellow mohawk mane. He wore a long white lab coat and thick black rimmed glasses. The stallion looked up and saw Trixie by the door and gave her a warm welcoming hug.

“Trixie, welcome back,” He said in his heavy Scottish accent. “Have are ye?”

“Trixie is fine, Deep Insight. How are you?”

Deep Insight chuckled adjusting his glasses. “Aye, I’m well. Glad to see you back again. Why don’t we take a seat and we’ll get started?”

Trixie nodded and walked to the seat opposite of Deep Insight who took his seat and pulled out a clipboard from behind him. He then got his pen and with a click was ready to begin taking notes on his clipboard.

Adjusting his glasses once more he looked over to Trixie who was sitting comfortably and said, “Why don’t we begin? Tell me, Miss Lulamoon, how are you adjusting to your old life?”

“It’s been going well.”

“... Just well?” He asked.

“... Well, maybe it’s not a smooth transition, but Trixie figured that was normal for her situation.”

Deep Insight nodded jotting something down on the clipboard. In previous sessions, especially when Trixie first started coming, he did, in fact, say that such things were common for amnesic patients. You see Deep Insight was a specialist in helping amines matic ponies get back to their old lives. He was the best in the field and very expensive, but he gave results. These results were what caught the Princesses attention when they sought to help Trixie after her return.

For it was Deep Insight who helped Princess Luna transition to modern times and back into her old life. Indeed a great deal of that success had to do with a visit he recommended to the Princess a few Nightmare Nights back. He was glad to see the Princess had made the huge leap forward in Ponyville. Now, he was waiting for the opportunity to do the same to Trixie. The only problem was, even with her memory mostly intact, Trixie had a very secretive past and has thus far refused to share most of it. For now, Deep Insight could only poke around with questions about her past until something came up, which brought him to his next question.

“Tell me Miss Lulamoon, have you thought about what I said about your father and mother?” He asked trying to evoke an emotional response.

He noticed Trixie tensed up and had all but stopped breathing as she went pale. Her eyes went wide in shock, and her pupils dilated.

“Miss Lulamoon…”

“Uh, yes?” Trixie asked jolting from her stunned state. “What is it, Doctor?”

“Well, I’m just thinking, maybe you should go see them,” Insight suggested taking off his glasses. “I’ve found that having a close family can help stimulate the mind. Maybe seeing them will help you recover?”

“Trixie supposes so,” The mare said slumping down into her seat.

Deep Insight nodded jotting down a few more notes before he continued his interrogation.

“So, what’s the problem?” He asked.

Trixie remained silent for a while. She started to fiddle with her hair. She pulled on it and twiddled it with her hooves like a nervous tick. Insight kept his mouth shut and allowed Trixie to talk at her own pace, hoping she’d say something insightful to him.

Eventually, Trixie Did open up. After a minute of fiddling with her hair, Trixie sat upright and turned to face Deep Insight.

“Doctor, Trixie would like nothing more than to see her family,” Trixie said somberly, looking down at her hooves.

Trixie started to slowly kick her hooves out like little pendulums. Back and forth.

“Trixie can’t remember where they live.”

Deep Insight opened his mouth but nothing came out. He instead wrote a note down and put his clipboard down. He scooted his chair closer to Trixie and reached for her hooves cupping them in his.

Trixie looked slowly up at him as he gently stroked her hooves. It was calming and friendly with no ulterior motives behind them. It was a simple comfort and one that Trixie appreciated.

“Is there anything you can tell me about them? Perhaps I can reach out to my colleagues and see if they know them?” He asked.

Trixie silently nodded. She took her hooves back and reached into her saddlebags. She opened it and pulled out a music box. Insight stared at the music box as Trixie opened it revealing a picture of a younger Trixie beside two noble pegasi. To the left was a stallion in the picture who was large brown with a green mane and emerald eyes wearing a black vest. Beside him was a dark pink pegasus with a milky pink ponytail mane. Her eyes were also emerald green, sharp and piercing, wearing a white blouse and a skirt. In front of them sat a teenage Trixie with her hair up in a bun wearing a school uniform.

Insight stared at the picture and had a moment of realization.

He quickly got up from his seat and walked to his bookshelf and took a single book from it and brought it to Trixie.

“What’s that, Doctor?” Trixie asked inspecting the book he gave her.

“That is the first in a series of books your mother wrote,” He said sitting back down.

Trixie looked at the inside of the cover and sure enough, there was a picture of her pink pegasus mother. She was older looking with a few wrinkles under her eyes, but she was as beautiful as Trixie remembered. She had a plastic smile that told Trixie she was hiding some underlying feelings.

Being a performer Trixie had become accustomed to seeing what she called, ‘plastic faces’. It was a face someone put on to hide their feelings or just wanting to save face. Trixie couldn’t help but wonder why her mother had such a face. She looked over the author's notes and wondered how this was going to help her, Deep Insight noticed her scrunched face and offered the solution himself.

“That book is titled after her and you I believe,” Insight said closing the book to show Trixie the cover.

Its title read: Wings to a Flightless Family: A Flier's Guide to Raising Flightless Children.

That’s oddly specific, Trixie thought looking over the cover.

Insight then continued while Trixie looked over the book, “It doesn't tell us where they are, but after seeing your family portrait I know someone who might. There is a mare named A. K. Yearling. She was one of the references in the book and a successful author herself,” Insight opened the back of the book and showed her the contents. “Also, I suggest you talk to Twilight Velvet Sparkle, of the Sparkle Noble House. Miss Velvet works at a local school and should be able to help since she edited the book.”

While Deep Insight spoke Trixie’s eyes and mind focused on one of the names presented to her. Twilight Velvet Sparkle. At first, she played it off as coincidence, but then she thought back to her earlier meeting with Buttercup at her school's office with Principle Velvet.

She scrunched her nose trying to remember something about the name. Twilight, Twilight. Twilight… Velvet, red velvet. Cake? Something about cake? She thought. No, Sparkle? Snarl? Velvet Sparkle? No, Twilight Sparkle…

Then something inside her snapped.

“TWILIGHT SPARKLE! She’s related to my daughter's principal!?!” Trixie suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.

The sudden outburst made Deep insight flail his arms and fall back off his chair. The sudden change in volume, and so close to the source, made his ears ring.

Trixie got up and bolted out the door and into the streets of Manehattan. This left Deep Insight in a daze and his assistant looked in the room as the stallion recovered. Insight took off his glasses and cleaned them calmly when Trixie suddenly burst back into the room and gathered her things and bolted again.

Deep Insight shook his head and picked up his fallen chair. He then went to his desk and sat down in his big comfy recliner and turned away from his desk. He leaned back into it letting the sound of his chair creaking calm him.

It was soothing to him after a successful session. Cracking a smile he placed his glasses in his coat pocket and just sat there.

“Good luck, Miss Lulamoon.”

[Back at the School]

Peanut was sitting alone at a lunch table with his peanut butter and jelly sandwich in hoof. He took a large bite of it and chewed it thoroughly. He loved peanut butter. It was creamy, sweet, and best of all made with love from his mother's. To his side, his sister Buttercup was reading a book while nibbling on a carrot.

Peanut then took another bite of his sandwich. Then it began to glow light blue and floated away. He tried reaching for it but wasn’t able to catch it in time. The sandwich levitated near a large brown unicorn filly with a sassy smug look and a rose red mane. Her eyes were light green and had tiny freckles under them and unlike many other ponies, she had her cutie mark. The mark was large single seven sided star with three smaller ones under it.

The filly chuckled at Peanut who ran up to her and jumped reaching for his sandwich only for her to move it away from him.

“Aw, look everyone! The little fang face is trying to get his sandwich,” She said tauntingly.

Three other fillies giggled behind her as Peanut tried hard to grab his food. He then used his wings to fly but was smacked down when one of the other fillies hit his wings with her hooves.

Peanut cried out and fell to the ground as the fillies laughed at him. Then the rose maned filly split the sandwich and threw the peanut butter side into Peanut’s face. The bread plotted against the side of his face sticking to his mane and fur. He sniffled and his eyes watered up as he looked at his tormentors with a sad pathetic look.

“NHeh, nice catch fang face!” The rose maned filly barked.

Heh, like that was totally worth seeing! Nice one Rose Thorn!” Another filly said patting her back.

“Yeah, stupid fang-faced freak!”

“HEY! Back away from my little brother!”

The group of fillies looked up in shock to see Buttercup standing up from the table. She glared hatefully at the fillies and stepped between them and her brother who was still crying on the floor. Buttercup knelt by him and pulled the bread off his face and saw he was covered in peanut butter.

Buttercup tried to calm her brother down by rubbing his back and taking a napkin and tried cleaning the fussy colt. She turned and glared at Thorn Rose who took a hesitant step back.

“What is wrong with you? Why can’t you leave my brother alone?”

Thorn Rose looked away hiding behind her mane.

“UGH, like I don’t need to answer you! You fanged face freaks are beneath us,” Thorn Rose said circling around Peanut and Buttercup.

Buttercup pulled her brother close hiding him under her wings.

“You leave my brother and me alone or else-”

“Or else what? You gonna tell like a little snitch bitch!?”

Buttercup pushed her head into Rose’s.

“At least I’m not a bitch like you and actually have friends that aren’t shallow!”

Thorn Rose reared up pressing her nose against Buttercups. The two glared at each other for several seconds when another pony came up and separated them.

“Hey, come on now, leave them alone Rose,” The colt said, putting both his hooves on her shoulders. “Just leave them be.”

All eyes turned on the colt. He was an earth pony with a dark brown coat and a light orange mane. He had a canvas and paintbrush cutie mark. The colt looked up at Thorn Rose who was trying hard to get around him, but he kept stepping in front of her stopping her.

“Come on Rose,” he said softly rubbing her cheek with his hoof.

Thorn Rose scoffed and turned to walk away.

“Like, whatever. The little fanged faced freak was boring after he started to cry anyways,” Thorn Rose declared walking past with her friends behind her.

Buttercup watched as they left and the colt came by her side and tried to help her up.

“Thanks,” Buttercup said to him.

The colt smiled lifting her up and then went to help Peanut.

“You alright there buddy?” He asked, the tiny thestral.

“Yeah… I really wanted to finish my sandwich, though.”

The colt ruffled his mane playfully.

“I’m sorry about Thorn Rose. She’s not usually this mean,” The colt said looking at the filly. “She’s really nice once you get to know her.”

Buttercup scoffed crossing her arms with a skeptical look on her face. Ever since she came to this school she never liked the filly. Almost instantly the filly started to bully her and her brother for being bat ponies. As much as it annoyed her, it annoyed her more knowing this colt was on good terms with her. It baffled her to no end.

Finally, she had to ask him, “What do you see in her?”

The colt turned to Buttercup and asked, “What do you mean?”

Buttercup picked up her brother and dusted his bottom off with her wings. The little colt groaned not wanting to be cleaned by his sister in school.

“Sis, stop. Don’t clean me like that in front of everyone!”

“Don’t make such a fuss you little runt,” Buttercup said back to him playfully.

When she finished she turned back to the colt who helped her brother.

“Thanks again for helping us. What’s your name kid?” She asked.

The colt blushed slightly looking away. Buttercup noticed and stepped beside him and nudged him in the shoulder gently.

“I-I my name is Sketchy,” He stuttered.

Buttercup grinned at him and wrapped a wing around the nervous colt. The simple act made him blush until he was red as a tomato. She had a playful gleam in her eye as she leaned into the colts ear and breathed heavily into his furry lobes.

She purposely breathed heavily into his ear making her heated breath stimulate him. Poor Sketchy went tense as her breath warmed his ear. It made him sweat and a strange feeling overcame him. He then got up and quickly dusted himself off with a nervous chuckle.

“H-hey, I gotta go. I’ll see you around, um. What was your name again?”

“Buttercup. It was nice to meet you Sketchy.”

“Nice to meet you too. See ya!”

With a nervous wave, the colt ran off to join Thorn rose and her friends. Buttercup chuckled while Peanut glared at his sister.

“That was mean!” The little disguised changeling said.

“Oh, you hush Peanut,” buttercup said, pushing him away and taking her seat again.

Buttercup nestled her bottom on the bench and picked up her book to continue reading again, and then nibbled another carrot. Peanut groaned just as his stomach gave a loud groan. Buttercup peeked over the top of her book to see Peanut staring at his now empty sandwich bag. Sighing she scooted closer to her brother's side and wrapped a wing around him.

She pulled the little colt and pressed his tiny body against hers, and nuzzled him in the cheek. She then lifted a carrot to his lips and held it there. Peanut happily took the carrot and ate it in small bites. While he ate his carrot Buttercup continued reading her book, but secretly she was stealing glances at the colt named Sketchy. Buttercup watched as he wrapped his arm around Thorn Rose and kissed her cheek. The filly became flushed with embarrassment but gave him a peck on the lips which served to infuriate Buttercup and made her return to her book in full.

“Still don’t know what he sees in her,” She muttered eating a tip of another carrot.

“You like him,” Peanut teased elbowing his sister's side. “Hmm? HMMMM??”

Buttercup blushed smacking Peanut in the muzzle with her wing dazing him.

“Shut up you punk.”