Dear Mom,
I made it to Manehatten! You should see this place, so much has changed since last time we visited. I managed to scrounge up enough bits to buy a taxi and within a few hours I was in the big city! I found a job too. Well, part time anyway. It’s a gig doing all sorts of tricks to entertain ponies, who are mostly drunk and won’t even remember my show anyway. I also have a partner in the show who performs magic tricks and illusions. Her name is Trixie. She’s pretty cool, after you get over the fact that she talks to herself in the third person and she thinks she’s all that, but, hey, she wants to be the best, just like me, and I can respect that.
Our show went pretty well, random fireworks, hat tricks, while I had to do some flying tricks, and, not to mention, catching random objects in mid air too. It lasted about an hour and the pony that ran the bar said we brought in a good bit of business and he’d see us in two days. I was excited that I didn’t get fired sense it was my first time performing for bits and all. Plus that would’ve sucked to come all the way to Manehatten to end up without a job.
Anyway, me and Trixie got to talking after the show and turns out she’s been almost everywhere! Las Pegasus, Baltimare, Van Hoover, you name it. Not only that, but she has her own performance wagon and usually doesn’t just work in places like this. I said that it sounded like a pretty exciting life and all, but asked if she ever wanted to settle down somewhere. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head and saying “That Trixie’s life is on the road, traveling.” I can understand that.
She asked where I was staying the night and I kind of tried to skip around that question, but she insisted on knowing. I finally fessed up about me not having a place to stay. Would you believe that she invited me to stay in her wagon? Turns out she has a pull out cot under her bed. Trixie is pretty nice for only just knowing me. I hope someday I can repay her. Maybe one day we can invite her out to our house while she's passing through and fix her some dinner. We could even wrap up some walnut butter for her to take on the go. I'm sure Zippers would like to meet her too.
Well, I better hit the hay. I don’t know where life will take me tomorrow.
Your optimistic daughter,
Lightning Dust