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11/23/10(Tue)23:01 No.21427934>>21427743
This calls for someone else's fanfic.
“Dear god that was a horrible show.”
Trixie, GREAT and POWERFUL though she was, flicked her wizard hat onto a hook in her tiny wagon with a ragged sigh. Her robe was simply discarded on the floor to be picked up later, perhaps after a nice orange juice to cool off with. Using that much magical power in one performance had left her feeling rather drained.
Her method of travel wasn’t very extravagant: just a small repurposed trade wagon that she outfitted and pulled herself as she moved from town-to-town. Still, home was home and Trixie was happy the show was over.
She flopped down on her tiny bed that took up the front of the wagon and let herself unwind. Trixie’s head was still thrumming due to the strain she had put on herself to keep the audience captive, but the modest pile of money she had pulled in at the end had made it all worth it. She would have enough to pick up some supplies, maybe eat a decent meal, and move onto the next town before those ponies from before could ruin her act further. Why they were so dead-set on being buzz kills was beyond Trixie, but she hoped that the next show went better.
Such was the live of a traveling performer. Trixie had plied her trade from one side of Equestria to the other and there were always the neighsayers that ruined the fun for everyone. Usually there weren’t quite so many, but hecklers were to be expected.
“At least some of the ponies enjoyed the show,” Trixie mused, a grateful smile tugging at the edge of her lips. She had seen the wonder and joy in the eyes of some of the non-unicorns at seeing magic close up like that and that made suffering through some bad apples worth it. |
