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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Treasure_In_The_Snow_.28Ongoing.29">A Treasure In The Snow (Ongoing)</span><a href="A_Treasure_In_The_Snow_(Ongoing)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Treasure In The Snow (Ongoing)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun had just cracked above the sky, a few miles shy of canterlot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, the Great and Powerful Trixie, had to take the long way by hoof since you had no money</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get out of your cramped cart and stretch your legs, feeling the cool breeze against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you had to do was walk to canterlot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Up a long, steep, foreboding cliff that is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh, as there was no use in worrying and hitch the cart to your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Normally you'd have the most important meal of the day, but you had a long way to go and a short time to get there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly begin the long walk up the steep cavern, getting ever steeper as you climb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since it was so quiet in the forest, you had no other option but to reflect</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had been over a year since Twilight defeated you after the whole Alicorn Amulet incident</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And yet, here you were again. Back the the whole 'Great and Powerful' charade</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It didn't take you long to slip back into your former self, just a month to be exact before you went back to swindling ponies with amateur magic shows</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew it was wrong, you knew it was a mistake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you couldn't resist. You certainly weren't good at magic that's for sure. And if you, a unicorn, weren't good at magic, what else could you possibly do?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a long while of walking and sulking, you make it to the gates of Canterlot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was time once again to put on a show</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put on your purple hate with matching cape, mentally preparing yourself for what was to come</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a little searching you find a suitable square with a decent amount of ponyfolk walking about</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a deep breath and say your opening line</span><br />&quot;Come one! Come All! Come and witness the amazing magic of the Great and Power Trixie!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your cart opens up to reveal the set and with a large poof of smoke you run on stage, coughing slightly</span><br />&quot;Watch in awe, as the Great and Powerful Trixie preforms the most amazing magic ever witnessed by pony eyes!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Already some ponies were beginning to gather to watch the spectacle unfolding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sparks and flares zoomed into the air making many bright and beautiful colors, attracting more spectators</span><br />&quot;Now witness as the Great and Powerful Trixie pulls a rabbit out of her hat!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remove your hat but before you could maneuver the rabbit cleverly hidden in your robe to your hat, the rabbit runs out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush at the blunder and the eyes of the Canterlot ponies grow more skeptical</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly go to your next trick</span><br />&quot;U-um may the Great and Powerful Trixie please have a volunteer step up on stage?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple of fillies and colts raise their hands and you call on one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A small pink filly comes to the stage</span><br />&quot;Now witness my subjects as the Great and Powerful Trixie makes this filly invisible to the naked eye!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cook up some magic smoke in your horn so that you may hide the filly back stage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close your eyes, aim, and fire</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a loud gasp and quickly open your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The filly's hair had been completely burned away leaving her entire body bald</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As soon as you realized how big you had blundered the crowd had began throwing objects at you as the mother of the poor sobbing filly took her off the stage</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly press a board on the set that caused it to turn back into a cart and ran off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you had spent all your money you earned from the rock farm and all you had now was your breakfast</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tears welled in your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cursed yourself for being so bad</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For being so poor at magic, friendship, and life in general</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why couldn't you have been like Twilight Sparkle?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why were you destined to go from town to town, being the worst at the one gift you had?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And now, you were probably going to starve to death</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was life so cruel?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you were about to get up and find a place to curl up and eat your last parcel of food, you feel a hoof on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up, eyes still full of tears to see a tan colored pony with blue and pink hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tagging along with her was a green pony with green and white hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that... Trixie?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other one looks at her confused</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie? You mean the one that almost destroyed Ponyville Trixie?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel more hot tears in your eyes</span><br />&quot;Get away! The Great and Powerful Trixie has been put through enough today and would not like to be mocked further!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie don't your recognize us? I'm Bonbon and that's Lyra Heartstrings. What are you doing out here all by yourself? There has been a large Timberwolf sighting. It's too dangerous to be out here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What would you care about the Great and Powerful Trixie!? She doesn't need your help!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that why you're crying out here all by youself?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie was not crying! Her eyes had merely gotten dust in them is all!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon wonders around and notices the cart after being pelted with food items</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie? Who did this too you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had just about enough of this</span><br />&quot;Leave Trixie alone! She did not ask for your false charity! Trixie can be out here just fine!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure-&quot;</span><br />&quot;The Great and Powerful Trixie demands you leave at once!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon nervously looks at Lyra</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They both nod and leave</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart sank</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They probably didn't want trouble, but you just couldn't help but run them out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you were about to lay down and cry again you hear a loud howl from close within the woods and decide to eat in the safety of the shack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was going to be a long day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't been able to leave your shack for a full six hours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The howls of the Timber Wolves had grown closer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were practically at the path your shack was resting on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shack wouldn't keep them out for long</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reflected on your life up until this point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was this really were it ended?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you really going to die here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you really going to die without accomplishing anything and leaving a legacy of misfortune in your wake?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel the tears coming again as your heard the pitter pattering of paws on the path</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were so close you could hear the sounds of their noses smelling you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Judging by the noise, there was at least 10-12, far more than you with your useless magic could fend off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as your shack was bumped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had approximately sixty seconds before they would start tearing down the shack to get to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as your heard the sounds of paws scarping the wood, you what sounded like a bunch of sand bags dropping to the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The clawing stopped and so did the sniffing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted to peak out to see what was happening, but you were far to scared</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just then, the top of your shack lifts open and you let out a scream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHHHHHH! We need to get out of her right now! Before they wake up!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your eyes to see Bonbon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pulls you out of the cart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I said right now!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look around to see at least 20 Timberwolves, sleeping like babies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It made chills run down your spine at the thought</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow Bonbon to the gates of Canterlot</span><br />&quot;Wait! Trixie must go back and retrieve her cape and hat!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We can't! The Timberwolves will have awoken by now. If you go back there they will tear you to shreds!&quot;</span><br />&quot;I don't care! Let them rip me to pieces! I have to go back!&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon is holding you back at this point</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We'll go back tomorrow morning. Right now we have to go back to my house before it's too late.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You accept reality and follow her to her place</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would go back tomorrow and be rid of these ponies</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step inside and get a rush of warm air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't felt a warm heater in a while</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, you hadn't been in a house in a while</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just that awful shack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon turns to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why didn't you come with us when we said? You could have been eaten alive!&quot;</span><br />&quot;As if the Great and Powerful Trixie needed-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Save it. You're sleeping here tonight so get comfortable.&quot;</span><br />&quot;How dare you tell the Great and Powerfu-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are interrupted by a hoof in your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You will be comfortable and you will like it. We're getting your stuff tomorrow morning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you were about to protest, Lyra walks down the steps, clearly very unhappy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bonbon! What were you doing! Didn't you hear the Timberwolf warning!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well Trixie here-&quot;</span><br />&quot;The Great and Powerful Trixie!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon shows a slight glare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry. The Great and Powerful Trixie was almost eaten alive by 20 of them. I couldn't just leave her there to die.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So now what then?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She's bunking with us tonight.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In our bed!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, on the couch.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra storms to her room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt like you had a bunch of rocks in your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did your presence always cause misery?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you ok Trixie?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of it</span><br />&quot;Of course Trixie is alright. Trixie could never be in a better mood!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right. Well I will get your place set.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bon works on the couch, giving it a pillow and putting a blanket on</span><br />&quot;Trixie would like to know what kind of house this is.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you for asking. This is my house/shop. I work as a candy shop owner for rare and unusual candies. Would you like to try some?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush bright red</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would not let her take advantage of you like this</span><br />&quot;No. Trixie has better things to do than try some candy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon pops a gumball into her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatever you say. But let me tell ya, you're missing out. This is one of my best batches yet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Must. Resist. Urge.</span><br />&quot;Fine! Trixie will try one. They are probably awful anyway.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon hands you a candy and you place it in your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was an orgasm of flavor in your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It has been years since you had tasted something so amazing</span><br />&quot;This is amazing!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Through the corner of your eye you see Bonbon with a smug grin on her face</span><br />&quot;I-I mean, it was sub-par at best. Trixie has eaten much better.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll accept that. Well Great and Powerful Trixie. Is there anything I can get for you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No it's alright and... call me Trixie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I'm off to bed. You rest well. Then we'll get your stuff ok? I promise.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch her climb the steps and turn the lights off one by one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The loneliness hit your like a steal bat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hadn't been since your mother that you were shown such affection</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cuddle up close to your pillow, as if hugging it tightly would somehow fill the aching loneliness inside you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt the couch beneath you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sure beat your awful wooden shack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being homeless sucked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It didn't take long before you feel into a nice deep sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you woke up it was half past 12 in the afternoon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jolted up. You had never allowed yourself to sleep that late</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look who's awake!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie's belongings! We must retrieve them at once!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure you don't want to eat something first?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stomach let out a loud growl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In your anxiety you had forgotten that you hadn't eaten in an entire day</span><br />&quot;There is no time. The Great and Powerful Trixie must retrieve her things!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine. Let's go.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both walk to the shack and are horrified at the sigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been completely ransacked by the Timber Wolves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run to check on your cape and hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They are torn to pieces</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remembered then that you had left your breakfast in one of the compartments</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Wolves must have gotten into it by force</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your legs turn to jelly and tears begin to burn in your eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of all the things that could have been destroyed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It took everything in your power not to cry as you slowly crumple to the ground in a heap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie? What's a matter?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;this pushed you over the edge and you begin to sob</span><br />You can hardly form a coherent sentence<br />&quot;M-mommy...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon cocks her head in curiosity</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to wail and sob, not caring who hears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Timber Wolves may as well have killed you back there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They took the last part of your heart anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie we need to go. The Timberwolves still haven't been cleared out by the Royal Guard.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie doesn't care! Leave her be!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon begins to pick up what's left of your cape</span><br />&quot;No! Give those back! Trixie needs those!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We're going back. Get your pack. I've got everything else.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For whatever reason you just obey and fallow her back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon places what's left of your cape and hat on the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can barely look at it without feeling physical pain in your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was all you had left of her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it was gone. Just like you will to keep going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just sat there, staring at it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie! I made you an omelet!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even look up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't hungry anymore</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon places a hoof on your shoulder and rubs your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You should really eat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't speak, you just stare blankly at the blanket</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine. I will just wait here until you do.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why do you care about Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why do you care about her? Why do you care about Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's a stupid question. You're a pony just like me. I don't need another reason.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That outfit... it was hoofstitched by my mom... it was all I had left to remember her by and now..&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the tears coming back again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The only thing you had to remember her by. Gone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had never felt more hopeless</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Lyra!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What!? Can't you see I'm busy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fix that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Huh?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fix it. Do it. Now.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra's horn glows yellow and in an instant your hat and cape are together again, albeit a tad smaller</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes light up with a light they hadn't had in ages</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hug Bonbon tightly</span><br />&quot;Trixie thanks you!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon once again has a smug smile on her face and you quickly break from the embrace</span><br />&quot;Well, Trixie must be going now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you talking about? You shack was ransacked. You can't go now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie must. She cannot possibly allow herself to stay here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You misunderstand Trixie. This isn't a request.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I said no!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You burst out the front door and into the cold</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run deep into canterlot until yu can't run anymore</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Winter was coming soon and your fur was much to thin for it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The leaves were already starting to die out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then realize you left your outfit back there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point you stopped caring. You just wanted to be left alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you were about to sit down and give in, you here a loud pop, like someone popping bubble gum in your ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was Bonbon, again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were filled with rage yet again</span><br />&quot;Why won't you just leave Trixie alone! You were in ponyville weren't you!? Can't you see I'm no good! I'm a monster! A loser! A horrible pony! Get away before I hurt you too!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon just stands there, not saying a word</span><br />&quot;I said get away! What if I hurt you too!? I'm evil! I'm evil and that's all I ever will be!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bit your lip as you said those words</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon wraps her hooves around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not evil Trixie.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What are you talking about!? Get off of me! Trixie doesn't require things like love or affection! She is evil! She's... she's...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're not evil. You are loved. If by no one else than by Lyra and I.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lip began to quiver and legs shake</span><br />&quot;L-like Trixie cares.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are a good pony.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I-I am not! Stop telling me lies!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie look at me. Look at me dead in the eyes and tell me you are evil with a straight face.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried over and over to meet her gaze but failed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon puts her hoof in her saddle bag and takes out your hat and rob, placing them on your just right</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same where your mom did</span><br />&quot;Come on back. You need to get someplace warm before you catch a cold.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stopped fighting and let her lead you back</span><br />&quot;How did you find the Great and Powerful Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The candy. I don't make just any ordinary candies. Some of them can do some very special things. That's also how I managed to put the timber wolves to sleep. Unfortunately they take quite a long time to craft.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down</span><br />&quot;It must be nice... to have an actual useful talent.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It is. Though I'm sure you'd know.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff</span><br />&quot;That's a good joke. Trixie will write it down if she ever tries her hoof in comedy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean it Trixie. Oh look, we're here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both step inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you want, you can help me making the candy. I'll even pay you for it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie cannot possibly accept pay.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So you'll do it?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie supposes she can. It's not like she has anything better to do.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow Bonbon down to the basement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There tons of beakers and gadgets of all types full of liquids of varying colors</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Impressive isn't it? Let me show you how it works.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon walks over and starts mixing some spices and compounds then dropping them in a beaker of green liquid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;After that, my faithful assistant Lyra here will do this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't even noticed Lyra was in the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gives the beaker a shot of her magic and it instantly hardens into a hard yellow jawbreaker</span><br />&quot;What kind of magic did you use to do that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra laughs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I barely used magic at all. I simply super heated it. Before Bonbon and I met, she would have to put these concoctions in an oven for over a week to get them to harden like this. Now all I have to do is zap them and they are instantly made. We make a great team.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Truth is, we're trying to expand the business and could use some extra hooves. Mind helping us out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think about it for a moment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure you were bad at magic, but you could certainly make a super heated beam come out of your horn. You certainly didn't need to be Twilight Sparkle to pull that off.</span><br />&quot;Alright fine. But Trixie doesn't have to like.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon giggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I never expected her too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon mixes another batch of ingredients and puts them in a beaker of blue liquid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You charge up your horn a fire, blowing the beaker to bits and splashing the contents all over the wall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You face went pale and you felt sick to your stomach</span><br />&quot;Trixie is sorry... she'll show herself out now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon coughs and looks curiously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why would you do something like that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why wouldn't I? Clearly Trixie can't be held responsible for a simple task.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra laughs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you kidding? I did the same thing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look confused</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You see Trixie, Lyra had the same issue. The temperature of the beams has to be just so. One degree over and it explodes violently, one degree under and it will turn into a tight ball of ice. You just have to get the temperature right and you'll be just fine. And Lyra is just the mare to teach you. I took her over a month and millions of beakers to get it right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breathe a sigh of relief</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could make something of yourself after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe all hope wasn't lost</span><br />&quot;The Great and Powerful Trixie will take on the challenge!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon goes back to mixing and you try again and again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was true that the temperature was a rough balance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how precise you made it it always seemed to explode</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few hours you want to give up</span><br />&quot;This is so hard. I don't know how I'm going to do this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You did well for your first time Trixie. And&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She winks at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You stopped speaking in third person.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have a deep blush and didn't know how to respond</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Turns out your stage presence carried on off the set</span><br />&quot;Trixie thanks- I mean... I thank you Bonbon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your stomach lets out a loud roar, reminding you that you hadn't eaten in over two days</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No wonder you were so emotionally raw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon giggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It looks like you could use something to eat. Come on Lyra. We're taking a lunch break.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra removes her soot covered goggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Right.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You travel up stairs and Bonbon lays out three plates with three gumballs on them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look in confusion</span><br />&quot;Trixie does not mean to impose... but she does not think a gumball is the best thing for an empty stomach.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon smiles, as if hoping you would say something like that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh these aren't ordinary gumballs. Take a look.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon begins to chew and blows a bubble</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, a roasted turkey with mashed potatoes and dressing pops from the bubble onto the plate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;These gumballs turn into whatever food you want most. All you have to do is picture it in your mind and the gum will take a small portion of your magic to make it real. Try it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and place it in your mouth, thinking about how good a homemade apple pie would be about now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blow a bubble and just like that, an apple pie was laid in front of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth was watering at the sight</span><br />&quot;Does it taste just as good?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See for yourself. Between my mixing expertise and Lyra's magic, I think you'll find it perfect.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her with confusion</span><br />&quot;You mean magic is one of the ingredients?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Correct. Without that left over magic residue from Lyra's horn, they wouldn't be able to do the things they do.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Amazing. How did you figure all this out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon laughs rather nervously</span><br />&quot;Uh... years of practice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dig in and to your surprise, it was better than you imagined. You had never tasted a pie so good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So Trixie? Does it meet your standards?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Meet my standards? Try going above and beyond them.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Glad to hear it. Once we're done here, you and Lyra can go practice outside to get the beam right.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Alright. The Great and Powerful Trixie accept these terms.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all have a wonderful meal and then follow Lyra outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using her magic, she had gather a bunch of plastic bottles and put them on a fence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This is how I learned. If the temperature is right, it will make the plastic do this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She blasts one of the bottles with her magic and to our surprise it expands in the shape of a balloon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do it too hot and it will burn it. Do it too cold and it will turn it into the wrong shape. You want it too look just like that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You focus, aim, and fire</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you predicted, the bottle burst into a ball of fire</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cool it down maybe 5 degrees.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You focus again but just as you do something catches your eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My loyal subjects. It has come to my attention that the Timber Wolves have over run the forests around Canterlot. But fear not, I and my friends will help this problem.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two large purple wings emerge from her back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But she was an alicorn</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt yourself become weak in the knees and sick to your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fear took over every part of your body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you ok Trixie?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt like you were going to faint any second</span><br />&quot;Um... Trixie needs to... go inside.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You literally felt like you were going to blow chunks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why was she here? Never mind the fact that she had wings!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk inside the house, panting hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking your had in your hooves, you tenderly hold it for comfort</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra looks at you, confused</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie? Don't you want to keep practicing?&quot;</span><br />&quot;No! Trixie does not want to go outside! Ever.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull that hat over your eyes, as if that would make what was happening go away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a knock on the door and feel your heart drop to your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Trixie? Lyra? Can I come in?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure thin Bonbon. Trixie is freaking out for some reason.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon walks in carrying a large grocery bag</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh? What's the matter Trixie?&quot;</span><br />&quot;N-nothing! The Great and Powerful Trixie could never be better!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon cocks her eyebrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is that why you're shaking so much?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look to see yourself shaking like a tree in a breeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's Twilight isn't it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just hearing the name made you bite your tongue so hard it bled slightly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes were shut tight and you hugged your hat close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon sits beside you and pats your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There there. I'm here.&quot;</span><br />&quot;So what!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon snuggles right up against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm here. I won't let anypony hurt you ok. You're safe.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a warmth rise within you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was so new to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It reminded you of being held by your mother</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just sit there shivering</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a sour look</span><br />&quot;Yeah right... That's what they wall say. Trixie is never safe!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon gives you a look of pity mixed with sorrow</span><br />&quot;Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ignore her, trying to hide from the Princess of Friendship</span><br />&quot;Trixie.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't respond</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sighs and with a great force, grabs your chin</span><br />&quot;Trixie.&quot;<br />&quot;Y-yes?&quot;<br />&quot;Who hurt you so badly? What happened in your life the made you so wounded?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Memories begin to come back into your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Memories you'd have much rather forgotten</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It made you sick just thinking about them</span><br />&quot;Trixie is fine! She's lead exactly the life she wanted too!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What a joke that was</span><br />&quot;Trixie you have known me for long enough to know that you can't bullshit me. Now tell me what is going on. You can't keep living like this. You're far to anxious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra looks up from her book, obviously uncomfortable by the situation unfolding before her</span><br />&quot;I think I'm just going to go upstairs while you two work this out Bonbon. You have fun.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She zips up the stairs before Bonbon can even make a reply</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon brushes your hair back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now fess up. You haven't had an easy life I can tell. Talk to me about it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trixie doesn't want to! Just leave her be!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on Trixie.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Stop it! This is... this is all going to fast. I can't take it. First my cape, then my screw up with the beam, then Twilight. You couldn't possibly expect me to talk about my past under these conditions.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon mulled it over for a bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did have a point there</span><br />&quot;Fine. But we will be talking about this later, mark my words.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to wiggle</span><br />&quot;Please let the Great and Powerful Trixie go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon goes beat red</span><br />&quot;Y-yes. My apologies.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She loosens her grip and you slide out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go out to the door and Bonbon looks worried</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Panicked almost</span><br />&quot;You aren't going to run away again are you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head</span><br />&quot;No... Trixie just needs some fresh air.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods and you walk out into the cold</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted to cry but you were just plum out of tears</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as your breath forms steam as it makes contact with the cool air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Such a somber day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of a sudden your feel a hoof on your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It made you jump out of your skin</span><br />&quot;Oh, sorry!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Lyra</span><br />&quot;Lyra!? Don't scare me like that. You about killed me.&quot;<br />&quot;Sorry about that Trixie. Bonbon can be a bit pushy sometimes huh?&quot;<br />&quot;I suppose. Why do you say that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well I just wanted to say don't be hard on her. She cares for you the way she does because you two are very similar.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Similar? Impossible! She has a self made business, a lot of determination and a pony that loves her...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That last bit stung</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nobody loved you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason though, Lyra was grinning like an idiot</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;See! You two are so similar you might as well be sisters! She would have said the same thing! And you two are exactly alike. You have a self made business, a lot of determination and two ponies who love her.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scowled.</span><br />&quot;You two don't love me. Nopony could possibly love Trixie. She is completely undesirable.&quot;<br />&quot;Don't believe me do you? How about I prove it to you?&quot;<br />&quot;Prove it to me?&quot;<br />&quot;Exactly!&quot;<br />&quot;And just how exactly would you go about proving something with so much weight behind it?&quot;<br />&quot;Easy. By saying 'I love you'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scoff</span><br />&quot;Try again. It's going to take a lot me than flowery words to convince Trixie.&quot;<br />&quot;I love you Trixie Lulamoon.&quot;<br />&quot;Would you stop it already? I have had just about enough of these lovey dovey conversations.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're right. We need to do something fun for a change.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod</span><br />&quot;Yes, Trixie agrees. She is so sick of being sad all the time.&quot;<br />&quot;Hold on a sec. I'll go grab Bonbon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra walks through the door to retrieve Bonbon, leaving you alone with your thoughts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just had to keep focus and not think about the creeping darkness in your mind</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as you were beginning to get antsy, Lyra walks out with Bonbon in tow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra chimes in happily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just follow us Trixie! We know how to have a good time!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at them curiously</span><br />&quot;Just what exactly will we be doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra and Bon look at each other with a devious smile</span><br />&quot;Oh don't you worry Trixie. Just let Mama Bonbon show you how to let yourself go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're a bit nervous but just go along with it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not as if you were in any position to refuse</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was either this or sit around and mope</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watch as Lyra and Bonbon put on some sweaters</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were both matching blue with letters that said 'Best Friend' on them and arrows pointing to one another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They really were two peas in a pod</span><br />&quot;Do you need one Trixie?&quot;<br />&quot;I couldn't possibly ask for one. You two have done too much.&quot;<br />&quot;And you need to stop being so polite Trixie. Come. I have an extra one that's in your size.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow Bonbon to her room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was surprisingly plain, with a single antique poster, depicting a brown stocky pony</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was old</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't even recognize the language on the poster</span><br />&quot;What's the poster Bonbon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks up at it</span><br />&quot;Oh that old thing? It's a poster of my great, great, great grandfather. He was an adventurer back in his time.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look in amazement</span><br />&quot;Where did he go? I don't even recognize the language this poster is in.&quot;<br />&quot;It's in ancient Hoovian. My grandfather was one of the people on the team that discovered it. It reads &quot;From the Seas to the Stars: Truffle Surprise, Adventurer Extraordinaire&quot;<br />&quot;That's incredible.&quot;<br />&quot;Thank you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tosses you a black sweater along with a white scarf and ear muffs</span><br />&quot;I think that will look great on you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly strap it on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were surprised how warm it was, like you were carrying a blanket around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all exit the house and make your way to your destination</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You follow the two over to a large rec center</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had all sorts of games from tennis to golf</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Canterlot ponies really liked to live it up big apparently</span><br />&quot;So, Trixie? Anything suit your fancy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look puzzled</span><br />&quot;Not especially. Trixie never really excelled at sports as a filly. Or magic. Or anything really...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon lifts your head up by your chin</span><br />&quot;Hey there Mopey Mary! Turn the frown upside down! We're having fun today and there will be no ifs, ands, or buts about it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile</span><br />&quot;Right.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra smiles</span><br />&quot;How about we play baseball first. Humans love to play it!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cock your eyebrow</span><br />&quot;Humans? And what is baseball?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon does a facehoof</span><br />&quot;Just ignore her. She's obsessed with this show called My Big Human and talks about it all the time. In the show baseball is their equivalent to hoofball.&quot;<br />&quot;Isn't that a show for little fillies?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra is put off</span><br />&quot;It is NOT a show for little fillies! Tons of adult mares watch it and it's full of adult themes!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon taps your shoulder and sighs</span><br />&quot;Just ignore her. I said that too and she can go hours ranting about it.&quot;<br />&quot;Whatever you say. Trixie will be happy to stay silent this time.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both you and Bon giggle, Lyra scoffing</span><br />&quot;Say what you want girls, I know and can appreciate the show for what it truly is!&quot;<br />&quot;You know how to play right Trixie?&quot;<br />&quot;Of course Trixie does. She just isn't very good at it is all.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon lifts you by your chin</span><br />&quot;Come on mopey mary. Turn that frown upside down. We're here to have fun remember?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod</span><br />&quot;Right. Trixie will do her best.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all walk towards the batting cages, you picking up a bat with your magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do, Lyra hits you over the side of your head</span><br />&quot;No way Trixie! We don't use magic to play. We're doing this the old fashioned way. Just like the humans do!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You groan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She didn't have to be so autistic about it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grab the bat in your mouth and walk to the starting position</span><br />&quot;Wow, you're going first? How brave. Good luck.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You mumble with the bat still in your mouth</span><br />&quot;Oh pwease. The Gweat and Powerful Triwxie was born bwave. She doesn't require something as silly as luck.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra jumps in the air</span><br />&quot;Go Trixie! Give 'em hell.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to your position and wait for the automatic pitcher to shoot a ball</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A ball is ejected from the nozzle going straight for your bat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It connects and sends a shooting wave of pain throughout your jaw, making you spit the bat out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ball barely goes a few feet in the other direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It is taking all your will power not to yell in pain</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at the girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon has a hoof over her mouth and Lyra has a look stricken with pain</span><br />&quot;Y-you ok there Trixie?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breathing picks up</span><br />&quot;O-Of course I am. N-never better.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk back slowly, every part of your body wanting to scream as you felt your teeth wanting to shatter into a million pieces</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You talk slowly</span><br />&quot;D-Did I do... G-good?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon pats your back</span><br />&quot;Yeah. But next time don't clench the bat in your teeth so hard. That's how you knock your teeth out. You got to hold on tight, but don't death grip it. Though I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just nod</span><br />&quot;Let Mama Bon show you the way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon steps up with her bat, as confident in herself as ever</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gets in a power stance and waits</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ball fires and Bonbon swings with the power of an angry bull</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knocks it completely out of the park</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You forget your pain for a second just out of the pure shock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra giggles at your surprise</span><br />&quot;She's good ain't she?&quot;<br />&quot;Good? Try amazing? Why didn't she just go into the batting business?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She scoffs</span><br />&quot;You think that's good, you clearly haven't seen a professional hoofball game. Those guys hit homeruns like I eat breakfast.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon walks back looking like a million bits</span><br />&quot;You like girls?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra laughs</span><br />&quot;I've seen better.&quot;<br />&quot;Oh peshaw. You know it was good. Trixie was clearly impressed. I could see her mouth gaping from a mile away.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly try to save face</span><br />&quot;Yeah right. I've seen better at a little leauge game.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just sticks her tongue at you</span><br />&quot;You're up Lyra.&quot;<br />&quot;Right you are Bonbon&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She trots up joyfully and gets a stance in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ball zooms towards Lyra and she connects, sending it flying aginst the fense</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon smirks</span><br />&quot;And you were making fun of me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both Bon and Lyra play ball for a while</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After that first hit you face was much to painful for another game</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You watched as they laughed and mocked each other playfully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe that's what you were missing growing up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friendship</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But maybe things would be different now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you could get the fresh start you had been waiting for for such a long time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally leave your old life behind you once and for all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull your scarf over your nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It reminded you of when you'd always play bandit with your mom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even in the cold of the winter afternoon, you felt warm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lyra and Bon make their way back to where you were sitting</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quickly pull the scarf off your face in embarrassment</span><br />&quot;How are you feeling Trixie? Any better?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jaw still felt quite sore</span><br />&quot;A little bit.&quot;<br />&quot;Well lets go play something different. We don't want you just sitting here all by yourself.&quot;<br />&quot;If you say so.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to walk toward table tennis</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon nudges you</span><br />&quot;Don't worry Trixie. You can use your magic for this.</div></div>




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