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“Chryssy. Hey. Chryssy, hey. Hey Chryssy.”
>”Ugh, what did I say about that name? Stop calling me Chryssy, Anon.”
“Hey Chryssy Hey.”
>The changeling princess gives a small glare, a stare of “what did I JUST say?” plastered onto her face.
>Eh, you could deal with it. You had to get her attention to what was across the street.
“Lookit,” you say, pointing a finger out towards the exit of the alleyway. Chrysalis nonchalantly stares at you deadpan as she continues to chew on the cucumber she and you stole earlier.
>”What?” she asks mid munch. You emphasize your pointing by continuing your pointing, only this time you sort of make a grunting noise as you jab your finger to the sight across the way.
>Finally, Chrysalis glances out of the alleyway and peers out to the street with her green eyes. A few seconds pass, and she returns her gaze to you, still chewing on her vegetable.
>”What am I looking for?”
“What do you mean?”
>”You pointed your finger thingy out to the street over there. What am I looking for?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
>”Not really.”
“Come oooon,” you groan, jabbing your finger back to the spot across the street, this time with MUCH more vigor and gusto than before. You don’t know what “gusto” meant, but you knew it had to do with doing things with more…. Uh… well, more pointing you suppose.
>”Anonymous, stop being dumb and just tell me what you want me to look at.”
“Ugh, but this is more fun. Come on, it’s RIGHT there, Chryssy.”
>”Darn it Anon my name isn’t Chry-“
>Her rebuttal is cut off as a bang and a whirl is heard from outside the alleyway. Chrysalis eeps, jumping up a bit and fumbling with her food as her wings buzz out from being startled.
>”What was that?”
“The magician!”
>”The what?”
“Oh my gosh, the MAGICIAN, Chryssy. The one I’ve been pointing at.”
>Chrysalis cocks her head to the side while staring at you. You groan again, with more gusto! You liked that word. Then you take both of your pointer fingers, for extra emphasis, and jab them repeatedly at the target across the street.
>Chryssy glances out and peers past the passerby that trot past your hiding spot, and finally gives a small “Ooooh.” She’s seen it.
>FINALLY.
>”That’s the magician?”
“Yeah!”
>”How do you know she’s a magician?”
“Well she’s doing magic tricks, duh. See?”
>You lean up near Chrysalis, both of you peering wide eyed from the shadowy alley as you watch the street magician. She must have been no older than you and Chrysalis, now that you think about it. The little blue filly sat on a small wooden box behind a tiny table, a crude sign posted above her head that read “The Grate and Powerrful Trixie.” You knew that wasn’t how you spelt “great” or “powerful,” but you did like the color of it all. She must have painted it with bright blue paint that had sparkles in it for extra pizzazz.
>That was another word you liked. Pizzazz.
>She had lots of pizzazz, you think.
>The filly was doing all sorts of neat tricks. She had an old, beat up, patchy top hat that she was making a toy rabbit hop out of, making it dance about for the crowd. She even had some cups with her that she hid a ball under, sliding the cups about to confuse and astound her audience.
>Well, not really an audience per se.
>There wasn’t really anypony that was watching her. Most of the city folk just walked on past her, not paying her any heed. There was something else on her table next to her with some writing on it, but you were too far away to really read it.
“Isn’t that cool?” you ask the little changeling next to you.
>Chrysalis glances up at you, then back to the filly magician. “She’s not very… good, is she?”
“What? Oh come on, did you see the way she made that rabbit appear in her hat?”
>”Yeah, but it was a toy rabbit, Anon.”
“Yeah, but then she made dance,” you retort.
>”That’s not hard to do at all!” Chrysalis says with a huff. To prove her point, she lights up her jagged horn and lifts your stuffed rabbit off your back and makes it bounce around, “dancing” in the alley.
“Chrysalis all you’re doing it bobbing it up and down.”
>”Exactly. Dancing.”
“Bobbing up and down is not dancing.”
>Chrysalis puffs her cheeks in annoyance, then proceeds to make your toy shimmy from side to side.
“Bobbing left and right is not dancing either.”
>Annoyed, Chryssy makes the stuffed rabbit spin in circles really really fast. It’s like a bunny helicopter.
>A bunnycopter, if you will.
“Spinning in circles is not-“
>”Oh shut up, dummy, you know what I mean.”
>You cross your arms and pout a bit. Sure, she was right. All that filly across the road was doing was making the rabbit float around with her magic, but it was still really neat. After all, you were human. That meant you couldn’t do any magic at all.
>But that filly was doing MAGIC magic. The magic that’s not so magicky, but still magic all the same! Smoke and mirror stuff, you think is the phrase somepony would use, but then again she wasn’t using smoke -or- mirrors. Peeking out of the alley again, you see the filly waving about a small wand in her mouth, tapping it on the table a few times before the end poofs in a small wisp of smoke, daisies and posies sprouting out of wand’s end.
>Ha! Smoke! All she needed now was the mirrors.
“Hey Chrysalis, I think we should go over and watch her.”
>”But we’re already doing that,” Chrysalis says. True, you technically were watching her, but you wanted a closer look at all the tricks she was doing.
“I can’t really see everything she’s doing from here. Can we go up and just, you know, watch her?”
>She makes some kind of face, but with the cucumber in her mouth it's kind of hard to tell if she's saying yes or no. So you just assume she said yes.
>Snatching your stuffed rabbit from Chrysalis' magic grip, you sling it back onto your shoulders and make your way out of the alleyway and across the street.
>You hear the sound of Chrysalis’ wings buzzing quickly in annoyance as she catches up to you, giving you a quick pout as she trots beside you. You can’t really tell if it’s a bad pout or a good pout, probably because she still has that cucumber in her gob. She quickly gobbles it up as the two of you finally make it over to the blue unicorn.
>She’s got silvery hair with a faint streak or two going through it, and her eyes are purple-ish. As you and Chryssy get closer, you see that she’s attempting to shuffle a deck of cards with her magic. From the looks of things, it’s not going too well, what with the awkward angle all the cards have as she puts them all into a “neat” and “tidy” pile.
>Maybe when you’re older, you’d be better at acting “non-chalant,” but you don’t even know what that word means, so you and Chryssy simply stand -right- in front of her booth. When she notices you both as she finishes her shuffling, her eyes light up and she smiles widely. “Aha!” she says as she shoves away the deck of cards. “Welcome, simple passerby, to my one mare magic show! Do you seek to be amazed by feats of extra-ordinary, super-splendiferous magic and illusions?”
“Yea-“
>”Of course you are! Why else would you be standing right there-“ she says, pointing a hoof at your feet, “-right in front of MY booth?” She smiles at the both of you, then drops the happy look and says, deadpan, “I don’t sell food. If you’re looking for food, then it’s one of the stalls around the corner. I’m not a food stall.”
“We already ate.”
>Instantly she’s smiling again, proceeding to ham it up with her best “showmanship” voice. “As I was saying, you’re in luck, you lucky passerby, you! Welcome to the greatest, most amazing, most spectacular show on the face of the whole PLANET! EVER.”
“ooOOOooh.”
>Chrysalis lets out an “aaAAaah” to go along with your “ooOOOooh.” Seems that she’s interested in what this little magician has to offer as well. “Oh oh! Can you take a goose and turn it into a swan?”
>The unicorn begins to answer, but then stops and thinks for a bit. “Well,” she says, tapping her chin with a hoof, “I don’t think I can really -change- one… but I can make a goose look like a swan!”
“What about sawing somebody in half?”
>”What?”
“You know, when you put a pony in a box and then you cut them in half.”
>The unicorn looks appalled. “Why would I cut somepony in half?! That’s not magic, dummy, that’s murder!”
“Well you don’t really cut them in half, it’s just a magic trick. You know, there would be fake legs sticking out of one end of the box and-… never mind. Can you do any tricks for us?”
>She nods rapidly, her silver mane bobbing in and out of her face. “I can do all SORTS of tricks! Watch this!”
>She puffs out her chest, straightening out her hair as she does so, and proceeds to rev up her horn. A soft purple glow forms around her, and she lifts the top hat you saw her using before up to you. "Observe, random passerby, that this inconspicuous top hat that I happened to find in a gutter over by Baker Street is indeed empty!"
>You peer into the hat, as does Chrysalis, and you do, indeed, see nothing inside the hat. "Now watch," the unicorn filly says, "As I make real, live rabbit emerge from within!"
>Wow. She knew a lot of big words.
>She shoots a hoof into the hat, digs around for a bit, then pulls out a-
>"RAT!" Chrysalis shrieks.
>Yep indeedy, it seems the filly's magic backfired. What you assumed would be a white fluffy bunny hopping out of the hat turned out to really be a dirty, old sewer rat.
>The unicorn blinks a bit before shrieking herself, flinging the rat away from her as fast as she can while prancing in place, disgusted.
>"A RAT?!" the magician exclaims, gagging a bit. "No, no I didn't mean to pull out a smelly old rat! Oh blast it all, I'm never going to get this stupid trick down..."
"I thought it was pretty cool!" you say, smiling from Chrysalis to the filly. "Sure, it wasn't a bunny but still! That was neat!"
>The young magician stutters a tad. Maybe she expected you to not like her trick, because she asks, "...Really?"
"Yup! What about you, Chryssy? What did you think?"
>"Well... it -was- kind of neat," the little princess says, buzzing her wings.
>"Really? You mean it?"
>You give her a nod, still smiling. After all, it was pretty cool how she just pulled a rat out of nowhere.
>The young filly giggles a tad, then clears her throat as she straightens out her posture. "I mean," she starts, "Of course you thought it was brilliant. I'm the greatest magician in the whole world, after all."
"Really? Oh man that's so cool!"
>"Yes, yes I -am- cool, aren't I?"
>Chrysalis rolls her eyes a bit, but laughs when you make a funny face at her to lighten her mood.
"So," you say, turning back the the tiny witch, "What's your name?"
>She straightens out even more, puffing her chest out proudly as she takes a deep breath.
>"I am the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie, magician and illusionist extraordinaire!"
>Trixie then throws her hooves out to her sides, tossing a bit of confetti beside her.
>And she has a small kazoo that she blows into as she does the confetti toss.
>She must have rehearsed this a lot.
>"Oh man, you don't know how long I've been waiting for somepony to ask me that. I rehearsed this and everything."
>Right on the money, Anon. Nice.
"Well it's really nice to meet you, Trixie."
>"Yeah," Chryssy says, "Thanks for showing us that trick with the rat."
>Chrysalis snickers when Trixie shudders in disgust at the thought of the rat again. "I can do so much better magic than that stupid rat trick. But thanks!"
>All three of you nod to each other.
>Then you all sort of just... kind of stand there.
>...
>"So," Trixie says, breaking the silence, "What are you two doing in Manehatten?"
"Oh, that's easy!"
>"We're going on an adventure!" Chryssy says, beaming with those little fangs of hers.
>"An adventure?" Trixie asks. "Where?"
"Anywhere!"
>"But... why?"
>"Because we can!" Chrysalis says.
>Trixie blinks, then smiles wide. "I like that idea!"
>Suddenly you had the BEST. IDEA. EVER.
"Chryssy!"
>You spin around to her and bounce up and down, excited.
"We should take her along!"
>"What?" she asks. "Why?"
"Why not? We have a knight, a princess, and now a MAGICIAN! This is aaaawwwweeesssooomme!"
>"I thought you were a pirate."
"I'm a pirate knight then, whatever. Point is, it'll be SO great!"
>You turn back to Trixie, still really really excited.
"What do you think? Want to go on an adventure with us, Trixie?"
To Be Continued

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“Chryssy. Hey. Chryssy, hey. Hey Chryssy.”
>”Ugh, what did I say about that name? Stop calling me Chryssy, Anon.”
“Hey Chryssy Hey.”
>The changeling princess gives a small glare, a stare of “what did I JUST say?” plastered onto her face.
>Eh, you could deal with it. You had to get her attention to what was across the street.
“Lookit,” you say, pointing a finger out towards the exit of the alleyway. Chrysalis nonchalantly stares at you deadpan as she continues to chew on the cucumber she and you stole earlier.
>”What?” she asks mid munch. You emphasize your pointing by continuing your pointing, only this time you sort of make a grunting noise as you jab your finger to the sight across the way.
>Finally, Chrysalis glances out of the alleyway and peers out to the street with her green eyes. A few seconds pass, and she returns her gaze to you, still chewing on her vegetable.
>”What am I looking for?”
“What do you mean?”
>”You pointed your finger thingy out to the street over there. What am I looking for?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
>”Not really.”
“Come oooon,” you groan, jabbing your finger back to the spot across the street, this time with MUCH more vigor and gusto than before. You don’t know what “gusto” meant, but you knew it had to do with doing things with more…. Uh… well, more pointing you suppose.
>”Anonymous, stop being dumb and just tell me what you want me to look at.”
“Ugh, but this is more fun. Come on, it’s RIGHT there, Chryssy.”
>”Darn it Anon my name isn’t Chry-“

>Her rebuttal is cut off as a bang and a whirl is heard from outside the alleyway. Chrysalis eeps, jumping up a bit and fumbling with her food as her wings buzz out from being startled.
>”What was that?”
“The magician!”
>”The what?”
“Oh my gosh, the MAGICIAN, Chryssy. The one I’ve been pointing at.”
>Chrysalis cocks her head to the side while staring at you. You groan again, with more gusto! You liked that word. Then you take both of your pointer fingers, for extra emphasis, and jab them repeatedly at the target across the street.
>Chryssy glances out and peers past the passerby that trot past your hiding spot, and finally gives a small “Ooooh.” She’s seen it.
>FINALLY.
>”That’s the magician?”
“Yeah!”
>”How do you know she’s a magician?”
“Well she’s doing magic tricks, duh. See?”
>You lean up near Chrysalis, both of you peering wide eyed from the shadowy alley as you watch the street magician. She must have been no older than you and Chrysalis, now that you think about it. The little blue filly sat on a small wooden box behind a tiny table, a crude sign posted above her head that read “The Grate and Powerrful Trixie.” You knew that wasn’t how you spelt “great” or “powerful,” but you did like the color of it all. She must have painted it with bright blue paint that had sparkles in it for extra pizzazz.
>That was another word you liked. Pizzazz.
>She had lots of pizzazz, you think.

>The filly was doing all sorts of neat tricks. She had an old, beat up, patchy top hat that she was making a toy rabbit hop out of, making it dance about for the crowd. She even had some cups with her that she hid a ball under, sliding the cups about to confuse and astound her audience.
>Well, not really an audience per se.
>There wasn’t really anypony that was watching her. Most of the city folk just walked on past her, not paying her any heed. There was something else on her table next to her with some writing on it, but you were too far away to really read it.
“Isn’t that cool?” you ask the little changeling next to you.
>Chrysalis glances up at you, then back to the filly magician. “She’s not very… good, is she?”
“What? Oh come on, did you see the way she made that rabbit appear in her hat?”
>”Yeah, but it was a toy rabbit, Anon.”
“Yeah, but then she made dance,” you retort.
>”That’s not hard to do at all!” Chrysalis says with a huff. To prove her point, she lights up her jagged horn and lifts your stuffed rabbit off your back and makes it bounce around, “dancing” in the alley.
“Chrysalis all you’re doing it bobbing it up and down.”
>”Exactly. Dancing.”
“Bobbing up and down is not dancing.”
>Chrysalis puffs her cheeks in annoyance, then proceeds to make your toy shimmy from side to side.
“Bobbing left and right is not dancing either.”
>Annoyed, Chryssy makes the stuffed rabbit spin in circles really really fast. It’s like a bunny helicopter.

>A bunnycopter, if you will.
“Spinning in circles is not-“
>”Oh shut up, dummy, you know what I mean.”
>You cross your arms and pout a bit. Sure, she was right. All that filly across the road was doing was making the rabbit float around with her magic, but it was still really neat. After all, you were human. That meant you couldn’t do any magic at all.
>But that filly was doing MAGIC magic. The magic that’s not so magicky, but still magic all the same! Smoke and mirror stuff, you think is the phrase somepony would use, but then again she wasn’t using smoke -or- mirrors. Peeking out of the alley again, you see the filly waving about a small wand in her mouth, tapping it on the table a few times before the end poofs in a small wisp of smoke, daisies and posies sprouting out of wand’s end.
>Ha! Smoke! All she needed now was the mirrors.
“Hey Chrysalis, I think we should go over and watch her.”
>”But we’re already doing that,” Chrysalis says. True, you technically were watching her, but you wanted a closer look at all the tricks she was doing.
“I can’t really see everything she’s doing from here. Can we go up and just, you know, watch her?”
>She makes some kind of face, but with the cucumber in her mouth it's kind of hard to tell if she's saying yes or no. So you just assume she said yes.
>Snatching your stuffed rabbit from Chrysalis' magic grip, you sling it back onto your shoulders and make your way out of the alleyway and across the street.

>You hear the sound of Chrysalis’ wings buzzing quickly in annoyance as she catches up to you, giving you a quick pout as she trots beside you. You can’t really tell if it’s a bad pout or a good pout, probably because she still has that cucumber in her gob. She quickly gobbles it up as the two of you finally make it over to the blue unicorn.
>She’s got silvery hair with a faint streak or two going through it, and her eyes are purple-ish. As you and Chryssy get closer, you see that she’s attempting to shuffle a deck of cards with her magic. From the looks of things, it’s not going too well, what with the awkward angle all the cards have as she puts them all into a “neat” and “tidy” pile.
>Maybe when you’re older, you’d be better at acting “non-chalant,” but you don’t even know what that word means, so you and Chryssy simply stand -right- in front of her booth. When she notices you both as she finishes her shuffling, her eyes light up and she smiles widely. “Aha!” she says as she shoves away the deck of cards. “Welcome, simple passerby, to my one mare magic show! Do you seek to be amazed by feats of extra-ordinary, super-splendiferous magic and illusions?”
“Yea-“

>”Of course you are! Why else would you be standing right there-“ she says, pointing a hoof at your feet, “-right in front of MY booth?” She smiles at the both of you, then drops the happy look and says, deadpan, “I don’t sell food. If you’re looking for food, then it’s one of the stalls around the corner. I’m not a food stall.”
“We already ate.”
>Instantly she’s smiling again, proceeding to ham it up with her best “showmanship” voice. “As I was saying, you’re in luck, you lucky passerby, you! Welcome to the greatest, most amazing, most spectacular show on the face of the whole PLANET! EVER.”
“ooOOOooh.”
>Chrysalis lets out an “aaAAaah” to go along with your “ooOOOooh.” Seems that she’s interested in what this little magician has to offer as well. “Oh oh! Can you take a goose and turn it into a swan?”
>The unicorn begins to answer, but then stops and thinks for a bit. “Well,” she says, tapping her chin with a hoof, “I don’t think I can really -change- one… but I can make a goose look like a swan!”
“What about sawing somebody in half?”
>”What?”
“You know, when you put a pony in a box and then you cut them in half.”
>The unicorn looks appalled. “Why would I cut somepony in half?! That’s not magic, dummy, that’s murder!”
“Well you don’t really cut them in half, it’s just a magic trick. You know, there would be fake legs sticking out of one end of the box and-… never mind. Can you do any tricks for us?”

>She nods rapidly, her silver mane bobbing in and out of her face. “I can do all SORTS of tricks! Watch this!”
>She puffs out her chest, straightening out her hair as she does so, and proceeds to rev up her horn. A soft purple glow forms around her, and she lifts the top hat you saw her using before up to you. "Observe, random passerby, that this inconspicuous top hat that I happened to find in a gutter over by Baker Street is indeed empty!"
>You peer into the hat, as does Chrysalis, and you do, indeed, see nothing inside the hat. "Now watch," the unicorn filly says, "As I make real, live rabbit emerge from within!"
>Wow. She knew a lot of big words.
>She shoots a hoof into the hat, digs around for a bit, then pulls out a-
>"RAT!" Chrysalis shrieks.
>Yep indeedy, it seems the filly's magic backfired. What you assumed would be a white fluffy bunny hopping out of the hat turned out to really be a dirty, old sewer rat.
>The unicorn blinks a bit before shrieking herself, flinging the rat away from her as fast as she can while prancing in place, disgusted.
>"A RAT?!" the magician exclaims, gagging a bit. "No, no I didn't mean to pull out a smelly old rat! Oh blast it all, I'm never going to get this stupid trick down..."
"I thought it was pretty cool!" you say, smiling from Chrysalis to the filly. "Sure, it wasn't a bunny but still! That was neat!"

>The young magician stutters a tad. Maybe she expected you to not like her trick, because she asks, "...Really?"
"Yup! What about you, Chryssy? What did you think?"
>"Well... it -was- kind of neat," the little princess says, buzzing her wings.
>"Really? You mean it?"
>You give her a nod, still smiling. After all, it was pretty cool how she just pulled a rat out of nowhere.
>The young filly giggles a tad, then clears her throat as she straightens out her posture. "I mean," she starts, "Of course you thought it was brilliant. I'm the greatest magician in the whole world, after all."
"Really? Oh man that's so cool!"
>"Yes, yes I -am- cool, aren't I?"
>Chrysalis rolls her eyes a bit, but laughs when you make a funny face at her to lighten her mood.
"So," you say, turning back the the tiny witch, "What's your name?"
>She straightens out even more, puffing her chest out proudly as she takes a deep breath.
>"I am the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie, magician and illusionist extraordinaire!"
>Trixie then throws her hooves out to her sides, tossing a bit of confetti beside her.
>And she has a small kazoo that she blows into as she does the confetti toss.
>She must have rehearsed this a lot.
>"Oh man, you don't know how long I've been waiting for somepony to ask me that. I rehearsed this and everything."
>Right on the money, Anon. Nice.

"Well it's really nice to meet you, Trixie."
>"Yeah," Chryssy says, "Thanks for showing us that trick with the rat."
>Chrysalis snickers when Trixie shudders in disgust at the thought of the rat again. "I can do so much better magic than that stupid rat trick. But thanks!"
>All three of you nod to each other.
>Then you all sort of just... kind of stand there.
>...
>"So," Trixie says, breaking the silence, "What are you two doing in Manehatten?"
"Oh, that's easy!"
>"We're going on an adventure!" Chryssy says, beaming with those little fangs of hers.
>"An adventure?" Trixie asks. "Where?"
"Anywhere!"
>"But... why?"
>"Because we can!" Chrysalis says.
>Trixie blinks, then smiles wide. "I like that idea!"
>Suddenly you had the BEST. IDEA. EVER.
"Chryssy!"
>You spin around to her and bounce up and down, excited.
"We should take her along!"
>"What?" she asks. "Why?"
"Why not? We have a knight, a princess, and now a MAGICIAN! This is aaaawwwweeesssooomme!"
>"I thought you were a pirate."
"I'm a pirate knight then, whatever. Point is, it'll be SO great!"
>You turn back to Trixie, still really really excited.
"What do you think? Want to go on an adventure with us, Trixie?"

To Be Continued

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