Twilight put a hoof to her muzzle. They had already been talking for what must have been hours, and she finally was being forced to slow down with her questions. One thing had always bothered her about the fox-pony though. "So, a wraith is made from a pony's spirit. As you're also classified as a spirit, is it one of nature, or what?"
Trixie grinned at the question. "Well, while you're born of the want and corruption of a unicorn, Trixie is born of a much purer source. We are derived from a pony of an honest and magical soul. When they die, their soul moulds itself become one of us, almost as if through reincarnation. Of course, a soul as pure as a kitsune's is hard to come by, so exposure to magical creatures and spirits, especially kitsune, can increase their chances."
Twilight sipped her apple juice, her eyes shining as she took in the information. "Wow. So, being able to travel through Equestria must be really helpful, especially since Saddle Arabia and Nipone have started to believe in you less."
Trixie bit into her cheek, a feeling of apprehension filling her chest, before she let it go, knowing the purple mare did not mean it as an insult. "Yes, it is. Sometimes Trixie wonders if that is why she is here, instead of as a guardian."
Twilight attempted to put a hoof on Trixie's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I know you've done some amazing things, like fighting off that Ursa-" She stopped mid-sentence as she felt ripples go through her soul, and her ears struggled to understand the eldritch tongue that she had been taught as a spirit.
Trixie's ears twitched at the sound and she sighed. "You did say you expected to see him, right?"
Twilight blushed a little bit. "You don't mind, do you?"
A slight shrug was all the kitsune gave back. "He gave you a body, so it's not Trixie's place to complain."
Twilight nodded, before hugging the air tightly. "Thank you Trixie. I hope you have a nice night!"
Most of the other patrons decided it was for the best to ignore the mare that had been talking to herself this entire evening, even if she had started to yell. So, Twilight was able to trot into the private gardens alone, following the whispers and chills that went through her. The garden kept her warm though, even if most of the animals had fled for shelter. All due to, Cthulhu.
A small gasp escaped Twilight as she saw the monstrosity. He was dressed in a large tuxedo, with a top hat adorning his head, and a red tie running along his strong chest. Twilight managed a small curtsy to him. "You look absolutely dashing tonight."
Cthulhu's maw curled upwards in a smile as he leaned over. He was only just small enough so that the trees hid him, but that still meant that he towered over the small mare. Small distortions appeared in the air as he spoke, and Twilight blushed at the kind words. "Well, Celestia picked it out, though I rather like it. I think it goes well with your gift."
He warbled in laughter, with a bird bath being cloned due to his jubilation. This was not the end of his warping though. He went on to tell her how he wanted the small pony to enjoy herself, and if not just for a night, have some of the luxuries that she had missed with her premature demise. This included, a dance with a gentlecolt, or beast, as it just so happened to be that night.
Twilight had turned a deep crimson at the caring words, messing with her hair as she had listened. To the thought of dancing though, she found a problem, or, a really funny solution. "Won't I need to become your size then? Or will you just make me an eldritch god temporarily, and if you did that, would my muzzle turn into tentacles? I could eat so many things at once then!”
Cthulhu slowly shook his head as more warbling came out. The solution he proposed, was much simpler. He lowered two fingers to her, and instructed Twilight to dance with them. A small giggle escaped Twilight that warmed his heart, before she stood on her hind hooves, and put her forehooves on his claws. Cthulhu said a quick incantation, that brought back into existence, fully entombed by his magic, an undead Ghost Pepper, who played the violin for them.
And so, they swayed, Twilight following the movements of his claws. Back and forth, the two simply enjoyed the solace of the others company, and the stillness of the night. Even the slight groans from Pepper that came every now and then did nothing to dampen the mood. The chimes within the castle started to go off after about ten minutes of dancing. Twilight counted each one in her head, but stopped at twelve, as she found herself sliding through Cthluhu's claws on that one.
Cthulhu watched as the small wraith started to laugh. She was right to assume that the enchantment had been for the one day, just as Celestia had said, and while she joked about it, it only reminded Cthulhu of one thing. His limited influence, and the fear that Beerus may one day make him regret his inability to stop prophecy, as it may hurt his favorite pony.
"Is something the matter, Cthulhu?"
He shook his head, making sure the tear that had threatened to come out was quickly erased from existence. He patted his lap when Twilight let out a yawn, and began to pet Twilight, while hoping Whis was right, and that Beerus was just blowing hot air.