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// Shivering 
// Story: A Pariah By Name, Another By Nature 
// by Blitz Habanera Tuscania 
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Trixie sighed as she twisted and turned in her blanket trying to go to sleep. She had changed her ways yes, but ever since Ponyville she had a hard time attracting an audience of any kind, she still blamed Twilight a little. Although she acknowledged the fact that it was mainly her fault for trying to go up against Princess Celestia's student, even if she didn't know she was at first. The main fact was she was running low on bits and she just ate what she had left, a simple hay sandwich. 

She could sell what she owned in her caravan but it wasn't all that much. A vanity mirror tucked away by the door on a simple desk, barstool easily able to slide under said table and let her open the door. A floor-to-ceiling dresser on the other side of the door containing four of her capes, one hat and a few spare blankets for when it really got cold in the winter. That took up half the caravan she called home and in the other half were her cooler, for food, her bed which she currently was in now, and a chest that usually contained her valuables. But with her current bit situation all that was inside of it was maybe twenty bits and that was from somepony that had thought her to be a beggar and zoomed off before she could protest.

Giving up on trying to sleep she instead stared at her brown ceiling and lazily traced a circle on it with her magic, a light magenta. The closest city she hadn't exactly been welcome, they didn't run her out of town but they did refuse to acknowledge her existence. There were more questionable ways of earning bits but she didn't want to do anything like that, she liked to think she had more self-respect than that. Kicking the covers off herself she hopped onto the floor and walked over to her vanity, her hooves clicking on the ground beneath her.

She pulled the stool out and sat on it and stared at herself. A dull azure coat from not having a shower in two or three days, matted in spots where she had tried to sleep and a pale, blue for her mane hairs sticking up in random spots. She wasn't sleeping anytime soon so might as well do her best to keep up her appearance. Opening one of the drawers she pulled out a brush and started to straighten out her mane, opting to do it with her hooves instead of her magic.

Five stifled yawns later she moved onto her coat, switching to her magic to reach her more problematic areas and folded her hoofs under her chin, enjoying the pull of the brush as much as she could. Ten yawns later her coat was more or less cleaned, as much as one could clean without actually taking a shower.

Then with a scream she fell out of her stool as her entire caravan tilted. Her head smashed into floor and her back fell into the dresser as she listed every known curse she could, before yanking a frying pan out of one of the dresser's drawers. Yes she kept a frying pan in her dresser for emergencies like this. Standing back up she yanked the door open and peered out into the cold night air, seeing nothing but the trees and bushes she had parked herself next to.

Cautiously she crawled down her steps and onto the dirt road below, and pulled herself up onto her hind legs, doing her best to be one with her caravan's wall. Choosing the left side from where her caravan was being tilted she slowly peeked around the corner to see a ball trying to be a fifth wheel. From what she could see from its balled up form it was wearing a white shirt and blue pants, the clothes covering everything but its blonde mane on top of its head. The weirdest thing about it was the fact it was smaller than her in its balled up form, but yet just by trying to warm itself by the wall of her caravan it was literally tilting the whole thing.

Her pan lowered as she noticed it shivering and heard the distinct clacking of teeth against teeth, the thing was freezing despite it just being below comfortable for her. "U-uh hello there?"

Its head snapped up giving her a clear view of its hairless face. Young pale-white skin made up its entire face, two round ears were on either side of its head, while its mouth was pinched tightly and quivered. The nose was completely separate from its mouth instead located on a different outcropping of skin right above its mouth. The most striking feature were the eyes. Slightly above and separated by the nose were two purple eyes, little flecks of red floating around in them, not even half the size of its mouth but yet open wide as is stared at her in... fear?

One second it was staring at her in its balled up seating position, the next, with an explosion of dust it was hiding on the other side of her caravan and was staring at her. She jumped at the dust but frowned when it hid behind her caravan. "Come on now, you don't need to be afraid."

In response to her words it just slid further behind her caravan, barely keeping its eyes within view. It was just a scared child wasn't it? Shaking her head she looked back inside her home and opened the dresser, pulling out one of her spare capes, put back her frying pan and floated the spare cape to her mouth, it was scared of her as it was, no telling how this thing would react. Not everypony knew what magic was and some were scared easily by it as evidenced by the Diamond Dogs that came to her last show. They nearly killed her before they relaxed and watched the show.

So with her cape in mouth she walked halfway to where it hid and dropped her cape on the ground, before retreating back to her side and watched the strange creature. Its eyes darted from the cape to her then back to the cape, then it slowly came out of its corner and crawled low to the ground, its eyes never leaving her as it approached the cape. When it reached the cape it snatched it and immediately started to wrap itself in the cape, the fear in its eyes disappearing.

Instead of retreating back to its earlier position it sat there and stared at her, its shivering dying down slightly but still there. Giving it a smile she grabbed another blanket and dropped it on the ground next to her, kicking it forward slightly with her hoof. The small creature looked at the blanket and crawled forward slightly, its hand, the same pale white as its face, hovering hesitantly before the blanket. She pushed the blanket forward again and it snatched the blanket just like it did with her cape and covered itself with the blanket, now double the size of its previous size. Yet it was still shaking. "Are you still cold?"

It cocked its head at her sideways from its cocoon of blankets, not saying anything. She sighed and grabbed yet another blanket, now completely out of spares. "Youff better hofe zis warms you uf." She muttered through the blanket as she dangled it back and forth in front of herself trying to entice the creature. This time it approached her with only slight hesitation and grabbed the blanket out of her mouth giving her a slight smile before returning to its position against her cart, this time not tilting it.

Well at least she fixed that problem and helped a child... or whatever it was. She shook her head and returned to her cart, musing to herself silently about what it was. Trotting over to her bed and pulling the covers over her head she tried again to sleep... at least until she heard her door open. Her head snapped up as the thing shut the door and curled up against the door and immediately closed its eyes and started to sleep. She narrowed her eyes and opened the dresser again, pulling the frying pan out and placed it next to her pillow, in easy reach. She had a creature she'd never seen before sleeping in her wagon. Just great.