The Life of Trixie

Rain splattered on the windows as The Great and Powerful Trixie(so she called herself) sat in a dimly lit café sipping a cup of tea. A draft blew in and she pulled her blue cape around her chilled body. Her cornflower blue coat was soaked with the ongoing downpour and she was exhausted, dirty, and was having a bad mane day. What she wanted now, more than anything else in Equestria was a hot bubbly bath and a clean soft bed. And sleep. Lots and lots of sleep.

“More tea, madam?” asked a nearby waiter. She had already gone through one cup of the stuff, just because it warmed her right up.

“Yes please. May I have a lemon?” asked Trixie.

“Yes, you may.” said the waiter, and excused himself.

The cafe was not exactly first class, but it wasn't too shabby. There was a bar with several bottles of non-alcoholic punch and a television that was turned off. Nopony was behind the counter. There were several other tables much like the one she was sitting at, but most of them were empty. A few ponies came and went, but none stayed long. There were not many lights in the establishment, though. Only a few, and most flickered with the vibrations of the thunder getting to them.

Trixie took another sip of tea(what she had left, anyway) and let her mind wander. Her thoughts lapsed her to Ponyville, where she had just recently come from. Ponyville. Now there was a city she'd like to live in. It was bright, happy, and so clean. The ponies were nice there and it was just...well...heaven. Much better than what Trixie was used to. What she was used to....maybe she should go home...Or maybe she'd move to Ponyville.

Twilight wouldn’t let me stay, thought Trixie, bitterly. I shouldn’t think bad of her, though. Forgiving me, and all. But after all I've done...she was very forgiving. I know she wouldn't want me there, though. I'll bet she's afraid I'll try and make Ponyville Trixieland again.

The waiter set Trixie’s tea with a lemon wedge in front of her, and Trixie mumbled a thank you. He disappeared into the kitchen. He's probably on his break or something, thought Trixie. Nopony wants to work this late.

Where would a mare like me get a nice place to sleep?, thought Trixie. It’s raining so hard…I might bunk here.

Ponyville was too far away at this hour. And even if she went there, she was sure she’d collapse. Her hooves were aching and she could barely sit without wanting to lay her muzzle on the table. And, it was on the table. She was about to fall asleep. She didn't dare think of home. That was even farther away.

“Rough day?” asked a voice behind her. Trixie lifted her head off the table for a millisecond, and seeing as the mare scared her, her eyes opened wider than they had all evening. The mare’s mane was a deep royal blue mixed with sky blue. Her cutie mark was a bunch of rainbow windmills. She wore a navy cloak and her deep blue eyes were filled with pity.

“Not really,” replied Trixie, and laid her muzzle back on the table. The orange earth pony took the seat across from Trixie.

“One orange juice, please.” she said to the waiter, who had appeared to wipe the bar. He didn't hide rolling his eyes as he reluctantly returned back to the kitchen. The two ponies sat alone for a bit in silence, listening to the raging storm before the orange mare said something.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” asked the orange mare.

“There’s a lot to say." said Trixie, quietly. The orange mare looked pitying more, and Trixie mustered enough strength to put on her arrogant mask.

"That doesn't matter," she said, a little more forcefully. "Who are you, anyway?"  Trixie even raised one of her eyebrows for dramatic effect.

“A humble traveler. I would think the same of you, but the starry cape and magician’s hat told that fact to take a hike.” said the orange mare, and she chuckled.

“Are you sure you wanna listen? I barely know you.” said Trixie.

“Yes, I do want to listen. And I barely know you.” the orange mare pointed out. "What difference does it make?"

“Where to start?” asked Trixie loudly, throwing up her cornflower hooves. The orange mare was unfazed by Trixie’s outburst.

“How about…when you were born.” suggested the orange mare, taking a slurp of her orange juice, that had arrived a few moments ago.

“Okay…”