Trixie Goes Purple
Reunion
Timeline Entry: Directly after Twilight becomes Princess of Friendship
Within Twilight’s treehouse where she and Spike stood in the lobby, Twilight magically held a note. Spike didn’t look too happy or excited about it at all, but the mare kept pacing the floor while she read aloud, mimicking the voice of the pony who wrote it with an odd amount of enthusiasm.
“And so, Trixie will be arriving in Ponyville by this afternoon. Trixie hopes everypony can get along together. Sincerely, Trixie.” Twilight lowered the parchment, her wings slightly raised due to slim nervousness, and asked, “Isn’t this cool? She’s coming here, to Ponyville!”
Spike rubbed his arm, a concerned look on his face, and asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, the last time she was here, she nearly took over the town completely, and would’ve moved on to Canterlot shortly there after.”
“Which is why I’ll be looking after her,” Twilight voiced as though nothing could go wrong so long as she did this. “I mean, everypony deserves a second chance, Spike.”
Famous last words, for Trixie was a trouble magnet. She had this unnatural thing about her that simply attracted mishaps and dislikable situations wherever she roamed. Though Spike told Twilight what he honestly thought about her, the princess was still willing to go through with it.
“She should be here any minute,” Twilight said, looking over at the clock.
“It’s just turning twelve, Twilight,” Spike said, placing his fisted claws on his waist. “She said this afternoon. That means she’ll be her at, like, three or something.”
Just then, the door knocked. Twilight snickered. “Oh, really?”
The door magically opened with the top splitting down the middle. Spike’s head turned to the side as he beheld the spectacle, mouth slightly agape. As would be expected, a very familiar mare stood on the threshold of the door. “BEHOLD!” she shouted, the rays of light coming from behind Trixie dimming along with her horn. “The Grrrreat and Powerrrful Trrrrixie has arrived!”
She boasted left and right, trotted in and walked passed the two residents as though she owned the place. Then, she stopped, backing away with an embarrassed smile. “What’s the matter, Trixie?” Twilight asked.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to barge in screaming. Sorry about that…”
Twilight shook her head, chuckling, “She’s still working out that new apology habit… Yes! Trixie, please, come inside! Say hi to Spike!”
“Say bye to Spike!” Without so much as trying to greet Trixie properly, that dragon was on his way up the stairs. Unfortunately for him, Trixie was a unicorn. Up, into the air and over the floor he went, straight to Trixie. “Ah! Help!”
“Trixie remembers you, how mad at her you were. Well, she’s sorry! And now, we can all be friends, like Twilight promised!”
“She promised what?”
Twilight simply smiled sheepishly, watching Trixie smother Spike with forced magic and awkward tuggings. “Ehehe, I’m not the best letter writer when it comes to past enemies. You should’ve seen the one with Discord!”
Spike broke himself free, Trixie trying to kiss his head, and said, “Don’t wanna know.”
In a sudden burst of speed that surprised even him, Spike darted up the stairs narrowly avoiding a chaotically unstable flash of pink aura. Trixie frowned once her quarry escaped. Turning to Twilight, she smiled cheekily with closed eyes. “Too strong-coming…?”
Twilight managed to stifle a quick laugh. “Yeah, a little. Don’t worry about him. He’ll warm up to you soon enough.” Twilight made a motion to the kitchen, “Care for some tea, or something to eat? You must be hungry from the ride here.”
“Oh, you have no idea. The food on the carts were horrible,” Trixie went on, talking about her trip on the train.
“You haven’t had my cooking yet. Trust me.”
“Trixie is not big on tea, so you’d better have coffee instead.” A small grimace crossed her face. “I mean, could I ask for coffee instead?”
Despite Trixie’s shrewd comments, Twilight liked her more apologetic ways much more than the harsh ones. “Coffee? I think I’ve got some,” Twilight said while opening a kitchen drawer. “So, how have you gotten along, Trixie? It’s been awhile since your last stay in Ponyville.”
Trixie wandered into the kitchen, her eyes warily taking in the scenery. “You know, Twilight? Trixie has never been inside your house before this!” Trixie helped herself to an apple sitting in the bowl. As she began eating it, she asked, “Why does this taste so funny?”
Twilight said, “Because it’s fake.”
After spitting the green, papery gunk out, she spoke again. “But other than that, you wanted to know how Trixie’s been, correct?”
Twilight clicked a button to start up the brewing, and then looked back to sarcastically say, “Please, tell me of your days away from this enchanted place.”
“Trixie has been slowly regaining her audience. Why, just last week, I had an excellent show in a small town not too far off from Baltimare.” She couldn’t help herself at this point and puffed out her chest. Twilight looked over her shoulder expectantly.
“Oh, really?” Twilight asked, staring more smugly at Trixie than Trixie did her.
“Yes! Trixie has been telling tales of historical figures, too!” She lowered her head and added, “Mostly about you, though…”
“What was that last part?” Her attention back on the coffee pot. “I didn’t catch that.”
Trixie looked about in a panic. “NOTHING! I mean, nothing.”
Twilight turned to Trixie with a questioning glare, but then smiled. “Anyways, what was it you wanted to do first? Would you care to rest up, or…?”
Sitting down in front of the bleak, wooden table, Trixie pondered her alternatives. “We could go out to eat, or see a movie, or spend some time snuggling in bed, or-”
Twilight cut her off. “Wait, what?”
Trixie placed a hoof on her chin. “Well, actually, Trixie isn’t that tired just yet.” Twilight’s eyebrow twitched. “I suppose… No!”
Twilight turned her head around from the pot, fearing Trixie might’ve left something important behind back home or on the train. “What?”
“I want to go shopping!”
Twilight’s frame went limp for a second, but caught itself from falling to the floor. “Well, that’s Trixie for you…”
“Preferably something to do with hoof shoe,” Trixie muttered.
A light bulb popped out of nowhere above Twilight’s head, bringing the alicorn to clap her hooves together in fervent joy, catching Trixie’s attention by surprise. “I know then! Rarity’s been wanting me to come on over to the Carousel Boutique. She’s gotten some new clothes and materials recently. Why don’t you come along?”
Trixie stared at the overly excited alicorn for a moment or two. Breaking into a smile, she began to nod, agreeing to the idea. “Great! Well? What’re we waiting for? Come on!” Only finding enough strength to pause for a short minute and turn off the coffee pot, Twilight call to Spike so he’d know where the two were going. Unsurprisingly enough, Twilight found herself being dragged out the door by Trixie, literally.