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// L*ven't 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Starlight flipped through the pages of her book, without paying much attention at all to the contents. Her mind was elsewhere, and it was hard for her to focus on her work. Rather, her thoughts went to Trixie and Sunburst, neither of which was there at the time. The latter was merely away for a few days, but his absence only accentuated her worry for the former's.
It had been about a week since Trixie had left. By that point, she'd no doubt reached her destination. And no desperate letters asking for help had come from the locals, so she most likely hadn't accidentally razed the whole area to the ground. That or there had been no survivors, or everyone had been enslaved and a seal had been placed around the area to prevent communication with the outside.
Starlight shook her head. No. She trusted Trixie. Well... If she was really being truly honest, she wouldn't have trusted her own self in Trixie's place, and maybe not even Twilight. But she had to trust Trixie. The unicorn was her friend, and much more than that, and not trusting her wouldn't have felt right. And unlike anyone else, Trixie knew what she was doing. She knew what it would be like. If she'd decided to take that risk, then they had to believe she could succeed.
And if she didn't...
If she didn't, they would stop her. They'd stopped her before, Twilight had at least, they could do it again. It wouldn't be pretty, and they wouldn't enjoy it, but it would be done. And they would move on from there. Most of all, if things came down to it, she was worried about Trixie's reaction. Stopping her would not be a problem, and if everything went well there would hopefully not be serious consequences for others involved. But it would quite hurt the mare. The plan had been her idea, after all. 
Starlight sighed. She closed her book and set it down, then stood up from her desk. She walked up to the window and looked out, chewing on her lower lip. Maybe she could write Trixie a letter. Or maybe write to Sunburst instead, she didn't want Trixie to feel like she wasn't trusted. Or maybe write to Twilight. Or to anyone else. She grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill from her desk, then set them back down.
She began to pace up and down the room, her hooves clacking against the wooden floor. A few minutes passed with her moving back and forth, then finally she stopped in front of the door, and took a deep long breath. Then another. Closing her eyes, she kept on breathing, slowly in and out to calm herself down. She opened her eyes again, opened the door and walked out of the room.
She needed something else to focus on. Something to take her mind off of Trixie. Walking down the corridor, she considered her options. Perhaps some ice-cream would do it.