What the hell is going on? Trixie is a shoe-in for Princess, right? Right!?
Nervously, Trixie paced in a meandering circle at the quarry, kicking stones out of her way as she came across them. Keeping up her 'good' attitude around the school stressed her out badly enough without the dark mood everyone was now in. The closer the Spring Fling came, the worse things at Canterlot High seemed to be getting. The worse things at Canterlot High seemed to be getting, the more Trixie found herself venting her frustrations out here, alone. Well, alone enough. If Maud was out here when Trixie was, there might be a little interaction between them. But for the most part, they left each other alone.
The latest reason Trixie had for coming out here was finding out that Snips and Snails were now following Sunset around. She had lost others before this, but hadn't expected to lose them. They had seemed to love her shows so much.
Or was that a lie too? Why is everyone Trixie spent all this time impressing leaving her?
Well, they weren't 'leaving' her. If only it was that simple. Yes, they spent less time with her, and they seemed...different around her now. But, none of them had truly broken off contact. They all just seemed so nervous lately. Like they were hiding something from her. And it was driving her crazy! The only thing that kept her together was that everyone Trixie asked assured her that they had voted for her for Princess of the Spring Fling. If they were telling the truth, then Trixie had won by a landslide. If so, then next week would be the pivotal moment of her entire existence up to this point.
Yet she couldn't shake off the feeling of dread. Not with how off everyone was acting. It was like the entire school body was in on something and Trixie had missed the text about it.
Trixie was taken out of her gloomy thoughts by the sound of a chisel hitting stone. She rolled her eyes and looked up the ridge to where the likely culprit was. With nothing better to do, she made her way around the small boxed canyon she had more or less claimed as her own and went up the ridge overlooking it.
Along the way, she passed multiple different stones of various sizes carved into squares. For some reason that was the easiest starting point for sculpting. Or so Maud claimed. However, as she made her way up the ridge, the carvings changed dramatically. Many of them were simply various shapes like triangles and hexagons, but there were a few stand outs like a heart, and a strange, yet well done, palm-sized stone horse.
The sound of the chisel rang louder as Trixie approached, and stopped all together once she was just a few yards away.
"...Hello..."
Maud didn't stand up from her place on the ground. In front of her was the stump of a tree with a rock resting on top of it. She had her chisel and hammer in hand, though she placed them down beside her as she looked lethargically over her shoulder at Trixie.
Ignoring the look, Trixie walked up behind Maud and peered over her shoulder. "So...what's it today?"
"...A rock..."
Trixie sighed. "Trixie knows what it is, Maud. She-"
"-Then why did you ask...?"
"Don't interrupt me!"
Trixie glared down at Maud. Maud, for her part, looked up at Trixie unimpressed. She barely suppressed the growl that threatened to come out of her as she walked around Maud and kicked the stump to empathize her point.
"Look, Maud. I won't expect you to get it. Heck, I somehow doubt you've ever aspired to anything beyond this dung hill of a quarry you come to all the time, but-"
"-You come here too..."
"I said don't interrupt me! Just why do you keep doing that anyways? No one in school besides Pinkie gets more than two words out of you, yet I show up, and you can't help but keep cutting me off!?"
Trixie waited for a few seconds, her foot still against where she last kicked the stump. When no further comments seemed forthcoming from Maud, she continued with her rant.
"Do you really think I'd come here if there was anywhere else? You're the only other person from school I've seen out here so it's the safest place to screaaaa-get some alone time. Trixie is NOT here because she wants to be, you know. She has tons of friends at school she'd rather be with than out here in the boonies with you."
Trixie wanted to think Maud was annoyed, but it was impossible to tell. Still, she was sure some emotion was behind Maud's next words.
"...You're doing it again..."
Yes. Maud's eyes narrowed a little when she was speaking this time, Trixie was sure of it.
"Hmph, it?" Trixie sat down on the stump, carelessly knocking the stone off of it. "And just what 'it' is Trixie doing?"
As calm and careful as always, Maud stood up. Then, she grabbed Trixie by the waist. Naturally, Trixie acted as calm and in control as she always was.
"Get your hands off me you, you rock carving freak! Just what do you thin-eeep!"
Maud picked Trixie up like she was nothing, then, gently, deposited her on the ground in a similar manner. Once done, Maud picked up her stone, and placed it back on the stump.
"...You were pretending again..."
She then sat back down in front of the stump and dully looked at Trixie, who was currently shooting her an angry look.
"Just who do you think you are? Tossing Trixie around like some rag doll, it's no wonder you're always out here alone."
"...I'm not alone..."
Trixie harrumphed and turned around, leaning her back against the stump as Maud picked up her chisel and started to work again.
After a few minutes, Trixie spoke up. "I'm not pretending..."
"...Sounds like you are..."
"What? When I-when Trixie speaks like this? Did you ever think that maybe this is how she wants to speak? She doesn't complain about the way you speak."
"...You didn't always speak like that...not really..."
"And how would you know?" Trixie glared at Maud suspiciously. "You're not digging through my past, are you?"
"...No, I just know..."
Trixie just continued to glare at her for another minute before giving up.
"...You asked what I was making this stone into..."
"...Right...?"
"...This stone is a great example of a felsic intrusive igneous rock. It is made up of twenty, maybe thirty percent quartz, and about fifty percent alkali feldspar."
Trixie just stared at Maud confusedly. Maud continued, undeterred.
"...I'm not making this granite into anything it isn't already... unless I really want to, which I don't."
"...What?"
"W-well, it usually involves a hydraulic press...a vacuum..a-"
Trixie looked at her blankly. The sound of the chisel against the stone became louder.
"I meant... this granite will always be granite. Regardless of how I shape it..."
"Wait, is this one of those stupid 'can I use the bathroom' 'I assume you can' things? Was this all a round about way of being sarcastic to Trixie?"
Less than a second later, Maud hit the stone a little too hard, causing it to crack and crumble into a pile of small rocks in front of Trixie. Maud gave out the smallest of sighs.
"...Sorry... I'm not as good at this as my sister... I was trying to say, that no matter how much you try to change who you are, you can't. Granite is granite... I just don't like you when you're pretending..."
"...hmph...well...you'd be the first then, outside of my parents, anyways. Still-" Trixie grabbed one of the small rocks from the pile, and placed it in her pocket. "I'll keep this as a small reminder of this...little bonding time of ours. She-I'll try not to be so...pretend around you, since you're keeping Trixie's secret from your sister. And sorry that I have to say this, but, I've spent close to half a year getting to this point, and I'm not going back to what I was."
Maud tilted her head slightly at Trixie. "What you were...?"
Trixie looked away nervously and stood up. "W-well, okay, so I am still me, like your whole granite is still granite thing. So I suppose it's more that I'm not going back to how others thought of me then? Y-yeah, that works. Anyways...Trixie has homework she needs to get done. She-er..I'll see you later, Maud."
The following week...
Well, this is it.
Trixie took a deep breath as she approached the double doors to the gym. She could hear the music blasting behind them, along with sharp flashes of light under the door. She hadn't chosen to be a few minutes late, but she needed to look perfect for this. That perfection had just taken a bit longer than she had expected. It wasn't due to anything stupid like nerves. Still, despite her lateness, Trixie found herself lingering a moment before the doors, and giving herself one last look over.
Her dress's red and purple colors shimmered in the light, assuring that she would catch the eye of anyone looking in her direction. Her makeup, the part that took her the longest, gave a light blush to her cheeks while her eyelashes were shiny, long, and alluring. At least, she thought they were alluring. Were they alluring?
Trixie had just taken out a make-up mirror to check when she felt an arm slither over her shoulders and give her a tight squeeze.
"Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up."
Trixie flailed for a few seconds in shock before realizing it was Sunset who had an arm around her. Much to Trixie's surprise, Sunset was dressed in a plain white dress along with some simple matching heels and a gold sash around her waist. With a flat look, Trixie calmly unwrapped herself from Sunset's grip and faced her 'rival'.
"Of course Trixie would show up, this is her night after all." She grinned. "Or would you rather she call it her coronation?"
Sunset rolled her eyes before placing her hand on Trixie's shoulder again. "Well, at least you look the part. Though it's such a shame. You dressed up so nice, yet you have no chance now, hun."
Trixie quirked an eyebrow at Sunset in disbelief. "You're still saying things like that? Trixie actually wasn't sure if you would show up at all. Especially not with something so...simple on. Isn't a princess suppose to be dressed up for a coronation, not down?"
The grip on Trixie's arm tightened a little. Sunset smiled, though it was a bit crooked, like the smile of someone about to snap. "I'll work harder on the dress next year. You're right though, I just didn't quite have the time to find what I deserved to be wearing for this. I had so many students to talk to and find out more about that the dress almost slipped my mind."
"...Whatever, could you please step aside? You're in the way of Trixie's grand entrance."
Sunset's expression changed, though Trixie couldn't quite understand what the new look was. It came off to her as a look of pity, or maybe, regret? The grip on Trixie's shoulder loosened as Sunset almost whispered. "Are you really sure you want to do this? It's not too late to get out of my way, you know."
It was Trixie's turn to smile while shaking her head. "Trixie's already won, Sunset. You're not going to stop her. Trixie's friends have told her nothing significant about you, meaning you're hardly known in the school. Why would Trixie drop out when success is guaranteed?"
Sunset looked Trixie over carefully. "...You're not too good at the whole friends thing, are you?"
"What are you talking about?"
Sunset shook her head. "You didn't add up at all to me until I had Snips and Snails do some digging. Now though? It's no wonder you still think of everyone here as your friends." She chuckled again. "Really, you're as cut out for this friendship crap as I am. So-"
With that, Sunset shoved Trixie against the door, causing her to gasp at the impact. She quickly found Sunset's elbow pressed against her chest. With a sinister smirk, she continued. "I'm going to be nice, one last time. Back. Off. I get why you want this, even if your reasons are more...simple than mine, I get it. Just go home, and, tartarus, maybe I'll even throw you a bone in a few days. You're resourceful enough, and it's not like Snips and Snails aren't replaceable."
Trixie glared as she placed both arms on top of the one against her chest. "Get off. Trixie plays second fiddle to no one! You wanted this so bad? What a load of bull! Trixie put in the time and effort. She never saw YOU burning your free time tutoring. Did you spend WEEKS organizing a club that couldn't take care of itself?! No? Well, Trixie did! Trixie also never saw YOU helping to pass out fliers for that traitorous canary girl or saw you helping her idiotic friends!" She shoved Sunset's arm away, forcing her to take a few steps back. Trixie took a step forward and pointed at Sunset. "Have you even SEEN how others are around you, Sunset? Even mentioning your name causes them to turn rigid. You, Princess of the Spring Fling? With how you treat others? With how they almost tremble at hearing your name whenever Trixie mentions it!? Don't make her laugh! You're not cut out to be the princess of anything!"
Sunset's anger was blindingly obvious now, and Trixie could see the effort she was making to not let it completely cover her face. Trixie heard Sunset take a deep breath or two, before slipping a hand into one of her dress pockets. "Before you go in, I think you should have a look at thi—"
"-Well excuse me, Princess, but Trixie doesn't have to do anything! Or, is that a royal order, Miss nobody?"
Trixie caught her breath in the silence that followed between the two of them. Once again, she saw that strange, forlorn look in Sunset's eyes one last time before it disappeared under an angry glare. Sunset's teeth clenched together as she placed her palm on Trixie's chest and swiftly pushed her through the doors with enough force to knock her to the floor.
"Enjoy the dance."
Sunset closed the doors behind her and walked off, leaving Trixie to pick herself off the floor and assure those near her that she was fine.
So much for Trixie's grand entrance She lamented. She'll just have to make up for it at the finale of the night.
With what just happened, Trixie hoped she'd only have to see Sunset's face one more time. And, with any luck, it'd be right before Sunset stormed off after Trixie won.
"And now, we'd like to announce the Princess of the Spring Fling! Would Sunset Shimmer and Trixie Lulamoon please make their way to the stage!?"
The applause. It was glorious. Trixie had to pinch her own side while gracefully walking to the stage to remind herself that it wasn't just a fantasy. The only thing that would have made it better, was if Sunset's name hadn't been included. Still, she only had to share the audience with her for a few more minutes, then, it'd all be Trixie's.
The lights were dimmed throughout the room so all focus could be set towards the stage, where Sunset and Trixie stood on opposite sides. Surprisingly, the announcer was another student, and not Principal Celestia, or Vice Principal Luna. While she thought it was odd, Trixie's curiosity was quickly extinguished as the announcer spoke again.
"While both contestants did their best to earn this, only one can be crowned Princess of the Spring Fling. Trixie Lulamoon, a name everyone here knows for the countless times she's helped others. And Sunset Shimmer...w-well, what really needs to be said about her, r-right?"
Trixie had to hold back a ill-timed snort at that. Poor Sunset. You never had a chance against Trixie.
"So, without further ado, let me introduce you to the new Princess of the Spring Fling...TRIXIE LULAMOON!"
The cheering was all for Trixie this time. A victorious smile lit up her face as several tears ran down her cheeks. Trixie walked towards the announcer who was holding the crown. Her crown. She had done it, she was popular.
A brief bow of her head, and Trixie felt the crown's weight on top of her. The announcer gave Trixie a smile, though, frowned when she saw Trixie's tears of joy. She looked briefly over to Sunset Shimmer again, before handing Trixie the microphone, and walking behind the stage.
Trixie wiped her eyes before fully turning to face the crowd. The cheering had died down, but, Trixie knew it was because they were waiting on her words. It was a respectful silence honoring her. Inwardly, she reveled in it. In the attention. Outwardly, she smiled and brought the microphone close to her lips.
"Thank you. Thank all of you. Trixie never imagined this would happen. She-"
Trixie continued her speech, but the corner of her eye caught Sunset shimmer still on stage. An almost malevolent smirk was on her face as she watched Trixie. Still, all she did was stare, so Trixie tuned her out and concentrated on the speech she had prepared weeks ago.
"Trixie remembers first coming here, how warm and welcoming everyone was-"
From out of the audience, a snicker or two were heard.
"While she knows things have been tense around here, Trixie promises that-"
A small dim of laughter started up around Trixie. Growing, and growing as she continued her speech, until, all she could do was stare confusedly out at the black shapes that were her fellow classmates.
"U-um...hehe...I-is something on Trixie's face, or-"
"Trixie."
Sunset Shimmer's loud, booming voice caused Trixie to look over to where Sunset was standing. Sunset had gotten a microphone from somewhere and was still giving Trixie that same dark look from earlier. Slowly, Sunset's hand rose in front of her, and pointed to something behind Trixie.
"We all think that it's about time you stopped faking."
As if in a trance, Trixie's body slowly turned around to see what Sunset was pointing at. Trixie's pupils shrunk in on themselves while she slowly shook her head in denial at what Sunset had set up.
Three large, white canvases were against the stages wall, having been invisible until someone had moved the curtain, most likely while Trixie was distracted with her speech. the two canvases on the sides were showing...pictures. Horrible, horrible pictures. Each one stayed on the board for around ten seconds, before flashing to the next.
Flick
There was Trixie, at her old school. She had been late that day, and grabbed whatever she found on the floor. It hadn't mattered at the time to her, but oh, how it mattered now. Grease stains from wiping her hands on her shirt while eating pizza the night before were everywhere. Her hair was frizzy, her eyes, red. And above all, she was alone at her table. Like always.
Flick
She was lazing on a bench outside of the school. She had fallen asleep that day while looking over a magazine. Around her were several empty boxes of crackers, the crumbs visible all over her and the surrounding area. Several pigeons were having a field day pecking at the crumbs on her legs while she slept on.
Flick
Two boys held her upside down above a toilet while several girls seemed to be laughing. Her head wasn't visible, as she was in the middle of being dunked. Her hands were clutching at her skirt, trying to keep herself covered.
Stop it.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
Stop it!
She never understood fully why she was the butt of her last school, but she had learned what that meant very quickly. Every picture being thrown up on the screens were from her first year of middle school, before she learned what it meant to be paranoid. Before she learned that every smile was fake, every offer of friendship was another trap to humiliate her, and that every teacher really couldn't care less what happened to her.
"This, my fellow students, is the REAL Trixie Lulamoon."
If the pictures weren't enough, the middle screen caused her to seize up and nearly have a panic attack. A video was displaying the worst incidents to occur when she had shown off her talents at stage magic. The time students at her old school had come to mock her, even though the show was outside of school. The one where she had literally broken down and wet herself while on stage appeared. The time when she had accidentally caught herself on fire and ran around the stage screaming her head off before someone doused her in water.
"Look closely at the pictures now." Sunset continued, a almost playful lilt in her voice. "Has anyone here seen Trixie wearing any of those outfits before? Isn't it strange to see how different she acts when not on the stage in these videos? No, it's not. At least, when you realize the truth about her. She's been lying. To me, and to you, for months."
Trixie was taking out of her catatonic state by a sharp push, causing her to fall over on the stage. She barely had time to understand what was happening before the crown was taking off of her head by Sunset.
"Do we really want a lying little joke like this as our princess!?"
She knew she was surrounded by laughter, yet, she could hardly hear it as her blurred vision narrowed to Sunset placing the crown on her own head. Her brain sluggishly tried to process while Sunset posed for photo's, an almost tranquil and innocent look about her during them. Each bright flash of a camera snapped Trixie's mind back to another memory of her old school.
She could feel something wet trickling down her leg.
"Enough!"
The flashes stopped. The world was just a blur of color to Trixie now. A reddish-orange object approached her.
"Aww, it seems like I broke her. Well, I'll just skip to the last part then. No sense in playing with a dead mouse. Snips! Snails!"
Seconds later, something wet covered Trixie's sight. Chunks of something dripped down her head. But, while her eyes and ears were out, Trixie's sense of smell decided to take over. She was assaulted with a smell she knew well, but hadn't indulged in for months.
Graham crackers. She was covered in graham crackers soaked in milk.
The cold, clammy, sticky substance brought Trixie out of her paralysis.
I have to get out of here.
Sunset was laughing right in front of her.
I Have to get out of here!
Sunset was blocking her escape.
I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!
Sunset needed to be moved.
With an almost animalistic scream, Trixie lunged at Sunset, tackling her to the ground. The end result was making both girls covered in milk, crackers, and a slightly acidic smell. Sunset had just come out of the shock of being tackled when Trixie grabbed her side and pushed her off of the stage, and out of her way.
She ran out the closest exit to the sounds of laughter, and the yells of a very angry Sunset Shimmer.
Why? Why? Why! WHY!?
Trixie had collapsed just outside the school, her mind trying to make sense of what had just happened. Or deny it. She needed time, she needed to hide, to cry, to stop the swirling void her mind had become after what she had just went through.
She wasn't going to get it.
"You stupid little bitch!"
A kick to her side caused Trixie to cry out and press herself against the building.
"You couldn't just run off crying, could you!? You just HAD to do one last stupid little stunt."
Another kick slammed into her chest.
"I'm supposed to be on stage right now, basking! Thanks to you I'm 'freshening up'! Months of work and I don't even get to enjoy it! But I'll enjoy this!"
Trixie felt Sunset grip the front of her dress and pull Trixie up, forcing her to stand and look at Sunset. So little emotion was left in Trixie, she was numb to the reality of what her life had become.
Ruined...My entire School life is ruined...again...
"Idiots like you don't know when to give up and bow out. Just don't know when to just give me what I want and step out of the way!"
Ruined by this girl. This, this wretched little-
"L-let me go!"
Sunset laughed, inches away from Trixie's face. "Or what, your highness? It's over, you stupid, spoiled brat! If I-"
Trixie did what she had been doing for the last six months. Nothing was left anyways.
"Y-you're the spoiled brat!"
Nothing but to let go and play her role out to the finish. She shouted at Sunset, despite barely being able to see through her tears.
"P-princess!? No one in their right mind would ever mistake someone like you for a princess! You're a monster! You don't deserve it, and you never will! You-"
Trixie's rant came to an end when Sunset slammed her fist into Trixie's face, causing her to hit against the wall again and fall to the ground. Almost casually, Sunset started hitting any part she could reach while Trixie squirmed.
"Deserve it!? What would you know!? I spent YEARS wasting my time with her! Listening to her talk about being worthy of my position! I deserved it, and she was just afraid of me! Afraid of how much BETTER I was! If that-"
Trixie hurt. Everything hurt. She could feel blood trickling down her nose. Adrenaline rushed through her, giving her the energy to make one last mad gamble. When Sunset came at her again, Trixie grabbed her arm and pushed her back, causing Sunset to stumble a bit and need to back pedal to stay upright.
"Stay away from me!"
Trixie felt for anything she could defend herself with. Feeling a hard lump in the pocket of her dress, Trixie pulled out a stone and threw it directly into Sunset's face.
"AAH!"
The stone left a nasty gash along Sunset's left cheek before clattering to the ground nearby. For a few seconds, all that could be heard was Trixie alternating between sobbing and panting for breath. Sunset rubbed her cheek, and saw blood smeared over her fingertips.
"Oh...I am SO going to make you regret that!"
Stumbling to her feet, Trixie did her best to glare at Sunset, to look intimidating. Still, the words that came out of her mouth seemed more of a whimper, even to herself. "W-well, c-c'mon then! T-Trixie has more than e-enough boulders to keep going!"
Sunset raised her fist, and brought it down. Trixie had tightly closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable pain. But, seconds later, no pain came. No impact left yet another bad bruise she'd have to explain to her parents later.
"Grrr, Let go of me!"
The distress in Sunset's voice caused Trixie to carefully open her eyes. Sunset's fist was still raised to strike, but someone else's hand was holding her wrist, preventing it from coming down.
"M-Maud...?"
Trixie didn't understand it, but Maud was there, in front of Trixie, dressed as she always was, and holding Sunset's wrist. She gave a brief look over her shoulder at Trixie, before turning back to a flailing Sunset.
"...Leave..."
Sunset growled and used her other hand to bust open Maud's lip. "Let go of my arm!"
"...No..."
Sunset gave a pained cry as Maud's grip tightened. She began kicking and hitting Maud more frantically, which Maud continued to ignore as she applied more and more force to Sunset's wrist.
After less than a minute of this, Maud looked almost as battered as Trixie, minus the various fluids covering her. Sunset had stopped hitting Maud though, and was hanging in the air by the arm Maud continued to hold and screaming.
"...Leave..."
"OKAY! OKAY! I'LL GO! JUST LET GO OF MY ARM!"
Maud let go, causing Sunset to crumple to the ground, clutching at her bruised appendage. Maud continued to stare at her, until Sunset managed to pick herself up off the ground. With a snarl at the two of them, she slowly limped back into the school.
"W-what..."
Maud turned around, facing Trixie, who was still crumpled up against the wall of the school.
"W-what are you doing here...?"
"...I followed you..."
"B-but..." Trixie slowly stood up, wincing in pain. "W-what happened to the teacher...the principal...w-why isn't anyone-"
"-I don't know..."
"...Y-you're always i-interrupting me..."
It's the same as the last school. The teacher's looked away while Sunset did...this. No...It's worse...
This time she thought she could win.
"I-idiot.."
Trixie dropped back down to her knees in front of Maud.
"L-look at you...y-you're as bad off as me now...a-and for what? N-nothing."
"...I don't think that..."
Trixie sniffled as Maud put a hand on top of her milk covered head.
"...You're not nothing..."
Slowly, carefully, Trixie wrapped her arms around Maud's legs. Once she had her head pressed against Maud's knees, she let it all out, crying while Maud calmly stood there with a hand on her head.
Twenty minutes later...
"For the last time, Trixie will be fine!"
Maud gave a doubtful look at Trixie, but she was pretty sure that she missed it. Maud never had luck conveying what she thought with just an expression. Outside of her family, at least.
"Look...thank you for the...help...but, Tr...I can make my own way home...I-I need to end tonight with some shred of dignity left...even if it is just being able to walk home on my own..."
Trixie pointed down at the stains on Maud's legs. "Besides, you smell as bad as Trixie does. you should go home and clean up too. I'll be fine...really..."
Trixie then turned towards the gates and started limping away before Maud could reply.
Maud was... frustrated. She was never good at thinking through what to do in situations like this. She often followed her first reaction, if something even seemed worth reacting to. Most things in her life so far hadn't.
However, what happened tonight, to Trixie, had deserved one. Maud had intentionally hurt someone. She didn't break Sunset's arm, but, she had wanted to. A part of her still did. She hated that part of herself.
But, after what she saw happen to Trixie, she hated Sunset even more.
There was nothing else she could do to help tonight, though. Well, besides quietly make sure Trixie made it home safely.
She just had to pick someone up first.
"...Hello..."
Looking down, Maud stared at the small granite stone Trixie had thrown at Sunset. She thought back to the last time she was in the quarry with Trixie. How the large chunk of granite had broken, leaving nothing but a pile of small stones behind. Most of them were probably still together in the rock quarry, but this one was far off on its own now.
T-Trixie has more than e-enough boulders to keep going!"
A boulder is what Trixie had called it. A grand and overblown name for a little rock like this one. Still, this stone had sailed through the air, and had done it's best to act like it was bigger than it was. Had thrown itself against something it never had a chance to take down.
And now it was here on the ground, alone and uncared for. Gently, Maud picked up the little stone.
"Let's go, Boulder. We need to catch up..."