"Okay Trixie, this here is a recording crystal. It records both our voices, and when I press it, it captures an image of you. Let's just say I hate having to write down more than ten words, and with Berry Punch living close to me, I'm pretty sure that I'm down to my last few brain cells."
"Before I turn it on, I would like to ask you to just be yourself for this session. We both know that we have done something we regret, but as they say there's a time and place for everything. In my world, it's called college. In yours, its probably Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. Let's just say that what I care about is what happens now, and in our next few sessions, and I'm going to try to figure you out and what makes you tick, understand?"
Trixie nodded.
That was a pretty long speech for someone as introverted as me, and she just nodded. No "I understand doctor", no "crystal clear", not even an eye roll. Those eyes would surely look beautiful doing an eye roll...We're getting off track here, back to the psychobabble stuff. I turned to her and let her know that the session will now start and I turned on the recording crystal
I told her that since I have already introduced myself to her, it was now her turn. I told her to do it like she normally does and she surprised me when she put on a cape and hat from out of nowhere, reared up on her hind legs, and stood up in a humanlike manner.
She posed and shouted "You have been graced by the presence of the Great and Powerful Trixie!!!"
"Holy crap! She looks absolutely beautiful in that pose!" I thought and immediately took a snapshot of it.
While she was holding the pose I immediately thought about her ego and the certain way she was posing. It had drama, a certain allure, and it spoke volumes about her.
"Okay Trixie, please sit down, and tell me what it is you do."
Although she didn't shout this time, she still did some grand gestures with her hooves and I tried to capture them as she spoke.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie is a traveling showmare of great renown. Trixie has travled thru mystic Neighpon, the unknown jungles of Hoofrica, the cultural hub of Prance, and even up the great peak of mount Hayverest to study the magical arts. She has bested numerous ponies from Fillydelphia, Manehattan, Baltimare and, many more cities, before her defeat at the hands of Twilight Sparkle. Whatever you can do, Trixie can undoubtedly do better!"
After her little speech, I told her that right now, there was one thing that she couldn't do better. Once again the gestures were there and I had a hard time trying to capture it.
"Oh I see. Another neighsayer! Prove it to the Great and Powerful Trixie! Show to me what you humans can do that Trixie cannot do better!"
I told her it would be easily done. It was rather simple actually. I asked her to tie a knot in a cherry stem using only her tongue.
I saw her eyes widen in shock and horror, and nothing but "But...but..." coming out of her mouth.
To make her feel better, I conceded. I was once again blown away by her gestures, which i tried to capture with great difficulty, and her voice.
"Once again the Great and Powerful Trixie prevails!"
Well there's your superiority complex, and megalomania right there, but there has to be a cause behind that. And by now, I was beginning to see a pattern but i needed more proof. Oh well, on to the next test I guess.
I took out some papers and told her about the Ror...Roar....Rors.....ink blot test. I explained to her that all she had to do was tell me what she saw.
The first picture was simple enough, and it looked like a butterfly to me, but for Trixie, it was "Banners announcing the presence of the Great and Powerful Trixie!"
The second image to me was like a bear and its reflection, but to her it was "Trixie practicing her grand pose in front of a mirror."
The third one kind of looked like stockings or boots, but to her it was "Trixie's shapely and succulent plot when she wears socks for her more risqué shows."
Sigh, megalomania and ego alright. I didn't bother looking at the fourth image, and was surprised when she said that it was a brush or a mirror.
Well, that was unexpected. I looked at the image, and even though it wasn't one of the images I made, it did look like a brush. I first thought about having to talk to Lyra, and her touching my stuff without my permission thanks to her hoo-man fetish, but upon closer inspection of the image, I noticed something which further solidified my hunch when I first met her. She could be the same as me I thought. This might just be coincidence, but its something I can work with.
It was time to talk to her.
"Miss Lulamoon, first things first: You have a superiority complex. You won't allow yourself to be beaten."
"Normally this would come from a lack of understanding of relationships, where it's not a matter of who wins, but a matter of how well you compromise. I would think that you would fall under this category seeing as you have been traveling alone for quite a number of months now, but seeing that you didn't try to kill me when I tried to best you or try to think of a way to cheat just to win, I would say that this is not a problem. My guess is that you just need more friends around you, and I do hope that I'd be one of them. I also hope that you'd hang out more and see the people around you, and try to understand things from their perspective as well."
"Secondly, you treat everything as a challenge. As if the world throws problem after problem at you, just to see how well you do. I'm pretty sure that everything is awkward for you. The way you moved when you first met me showed that you always want to make a lasting first impression."
"I would think that this was because you are introverted but I don't think this is the case. You find a way to overcome, but you treat everything as if it was a contest. As a showmare, it's not about you being better than your audiences, but about you entertaining them. Yes, you are better at magic than most unicorns, and your illusions are top notch. For me, coming from a world without magic, it fills me with awe and wonder and wanting to see more. Why not use what you have learned to awe, to inspire, to help them see that with training, their magic can be better as well. This is just the tip of the iceberg though, as there is still one thing that I need to prove if only to make sure that my analysis is correct."
I gave her a few minutes to let the words sink in. I could see she that she was doing her best to listen to my words.
Now to throw everything to the fire, and watch the world burn..and maybe clean up afterwards. It was time to test my hypothesis, and what better way to do it than to do ask for something she'd probably never expect.
"Okay Trixie, I'm going ask you something that you'd normally not expect from anyone. I find you to be a very beautiful mare, and I was wondering if it was okay with you if I asked you for a kiss. Just one on my cheek, and I'd be really happy."
At first she was shocked, then I slowly saw her face taking on a softer expression. "Anything for a fan I guess." Then, she moved forward, leaned in, moved back and leaned in once again for the kiss. Good thing I was able to capture the first attempt on the recorder. And BOOM! there it was. A light, moist peck on my cheek.
The feeling was euphoric! It was heaven, and I would have gladly have basked in its glory but I had to keep my head on my shoulders. There it was, the way she leaned when she first tried to kiss me captured perfectly.
"Miss Lulamoon, I now think I see what makes you what you are. If you want, you can go out and grab some hay fries and a daffodil sandwich. I need a few minutes to get the images I need ready, and I need to get me a cup of coffee...ahh screw it, I'm going to grab a beer, and you're free to get one from the icebox. I always find that a little alcohol makes this process go down a whole lot easier."