Covalence

by jdl179

Recovery

Chapter 2: Recovery

“Get up little one, Fillydelphia is just over that hill,” She whispered, nudging the sleeping filly, “I think you may like it here, I lived here when I was a filly.”

The barely conscious filly rubbed her eye with a hoof and yawned. “Really Momma?” She asked, peering groggily at the buildings as the carriage rode over the horizon. The filly marveled at the tall, brick monoliths that amassed near the center of the city.

As the carriage was pulled further into to industrial town, Trixie eagerly marveled at the wonders the large working class city had. She turned back to her mother, “This town has so much, momma!” She cheered, “Can we see it all someday?”

Her mother patted her daughter’s head lovingly, “We’ll see little one,” she replied, “But don’t you want to see your new home first?”

Trixie’s eyes opened in surprise, “Where are we gonna live Momma? I bet it’s a huge apartment filled with a lot of ponies!”

Her mother chuckled and turned her head towards the window her little Trixie gazed from. “We’ll see little one, we’ll see.”
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Bright sunlight poured in from the window, bombarding a single spot in its blinding light; unfortunately the light was focused on a single, blue, unicorn mare. She tried to bat away the tyrannical light with her hoof, but to no avail. She groaned and attempted to roll onto her side, but felt a sharp pain shoot up her right foreleg. The pain got to her too quickly and she let out a shriek as the pain rolled over her.

She threw her foreleg into the air and sought out the source of her pain. Her leg was heavily bandaged, leading up almost to her chest. Faint yellow stickers placed around the thicker wrapping. Trixie examined them, butterflies, ‘A foal no doubt, saving the life of some poor hapless mare from the clutches of a mantic...’ Her pupils dilated, ‘The manticore!’ She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She looked around the room to help ease her panic. Light filtering in blended seamlessly with the interior of the room; the furnishings took up most of the room, yet to Trixie, they felt small and unassuming.

Trixie heard a small skittering across the floor; she lowered her head down to eye level and tried to find the source of the noise. A small, brown blur rushed towards her head, she shrieked as the blur latched onto her horn. She panicked and began shaking her head, trying to send the foul beast to the floor. She rose up in an attempt to shake the creature off as hard as she could. She felt little claws slowly begin to give way as her shaking continued. She rose up onto her back hooves for the last powerful shake. “Foul beast!” she cried as slammed her hooves into the floor, sending her head and the beast against the floor. Trixie felt a stab of pain as she put her good foreleg against her nose to staunch the blood that slowly began to trickle out of her nose.

Tears blinded her as she made out a brown blur unmoving; she instinctively batted the brown blur with her bandaged leg, sending another wave of pain through her leg. She shrieked as the pain flared back up her leg.

“Stop!”

Trixie blinked the tears out of her eyes and searched for the source of the new voice. She saw a butter yellow mare standing in the doorway, her eyes met the mares and she felt a small feeling of fear in her chest. Yet the mare was not staring at Trixie, she glared at the small squirrel that lay dazed on the floor. Her eyes softened as the squirrel stood up, “Now Sylvie, Trixie is hurt and can’t have visitors right now.” She motioned the small squirrel out of the room. Trixie sat on her cushion of pillows, trying to make sense of the scene that unfolded in front of her.

The mare returned with a soft smile on her face. Saddlebags rested under her wings as she walked back into the room. She looked at Trixie and said, “Ms. Trixie, I need to replace your bandages.” She cowered slightly and half-whispered, “I-if that’s ok with y-you.”

Trixie looked at the mare before her and felt the fear the mare gave off. She gently lifted her foreleg towards the mare and watched as the she slowly approached. She unwrapped the bandages gingerly, wary of hurting Trixie. She plucked a fresh roll of gauze out of her saddlebags and began to slowly redress the leg. The procedure ended seamlessly and the mare picked up the remaining gauze and stowed it in her saddlebags.

Trixie spied a trio of butterflies painted on the saddlebags. She scrutinized the mare before her. ‘If she is too scared to even address Trixie directly, how could she have ever fought off a manticore.’

The pegasus mare sat motionless in the doorway, half hiding behind her mane. Trixie knew she had to say something, just to thank the mare for saving her from the manticore, bringing her here, saving her from that horrid squirrel, and most of all, caring for her in her time of need.

“I...” she began, but felt unable to find the words. She breathed in and whispered, “Thank you for saving Trixie.”

The mare smiled softly and motioned towards a bowl sitting on a small end table near Trixie’s pillows. She turned and left without another word. Trixie brought the bowl before her pillows and smiled in satisfaction, mulberries.

Munching on berries, Trixie pondered her existence, her ending up here, and most importantly. Who in the hay would name a squirrel Sylvie?
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“Momma, can I go play with the some of my friends?”

Her mother smiled softly and raised a hoof to her cheek in mock consideration. “I don’t know,” she said slyly, “I don’t think you should be in Fillydelphia alone.”

Trixie’s face fell as her mother refused her request, “B-B- But momma, I’ll be with a bunch of other fillies,” she begged, “Nopony would mess with us. Especially with me there, we could easily stop any bullies.”

She sighed in fake contemplation as she watched her daughter’s reaction. “Oh fine,” she said, “Just stay with the other fillies, and be back before sundown. Celestia knows how easy it is to get lost in Canterlot, let alone Fillydelphia.”

Trixie cheered and hugged her mother and disappeared from their shared apartment.

She met a small group of fillies idly toying with their manes near the apartment block’s entrance. The group visibly brightened when they saw an excited, blue filly charging towards them.

“Hey girls,” Trixie wheezed, too excited to breath, “What do you want to do today?”

“Hey Trixie,” one of the fillies called, “Well, ever since Comet got her cutie mark, we’ve been trying to get our cutie marks too.”

Comet turned proudly and presented her cutie mark, a light streak circled around a ball of light that radiated in the sunlight. “Oh it’s nothing; I just used a telescope, that’s all. Anypony could do that, right Screwy?”

A timid light-blue filly stood apart from the small circle, Comet tapped her in the side with a hoof. “Oh s-sorry girls-s.” she stuttered, “I got lost in my own mind there for a second.”

“Alright girls,” Trixie said, “There is only one thing we can do.”
Three pairs of eyes stared at Trixie, looking for an answer from Trixie.

Trixie giggled as her friends stared at her, dumbfounded.

“Girls, it’s time to go get some cutie marks!”
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Trixie awoke with a loud crash and blinding white light. Panicked, she cast a shield spell. A soft shriek emanated in the light, causing her spell to break as her focus was lost. The light cleared and she saw her host cowering against a wall. She glanced at the window, a few drops of rainwater spattered against the panes.

Trixie waited for her host to stop shivering. The moments passed by as the mare continued to cower. Trixie had grown bored of the inaction and coughed quietly to gain her host’s attention. She looked up to Trixie and stared at her with fear filled eyes.

“Trixie wants to thank you for saving her,” Trixie said, “I would not be here if it weren’t for you.”

“It’s ok,” She murmured, “I had to do something, you could’ve been hurt.”

Hurt? Trixie chuckled lightly as she realized the innocence of her host. She put a hoof out for her host, “Im Trixie.”

“Fluttershy.” She replied as she returned her patient’s hoof. “Um, please don’t take this badly, but I need you to stay here for a while. Oh please don’t be mad at me!”

Trixie smiled at the sudden change in Fluttershy’s mood. “Ms. Fluttershy was it? Trixie is not mad at you. In fact, Trixie would like to thank you for the great deed of heroism you have shown her.”

“It was nothing, please don’t thank me. I had to help you any way I could.” She replied, as a small grin formed on her face. She lightly motioned towards the door, Trixie watched as a familiar brown squirrel scampered towards Fluttershy. “This is Sylvie, she had a fever a few days ago and needed to stay with me.” she explained, “She was the little darling that tried to hug you earlier. She wants to apologize, don’t you Sylvie?”

The little squirrel scampered up to Trixie and tried to hug her foreleg. Trixie gave a bemused grin as the squirrel wrapped its paws around her. “Trixie thinks that she can forgive her little assailant.”

Fluttershy smiled brightly and said, “Oh that’s wonderful. If it’s ok with you, I can have little Sylvie here keep you company.”

“That would be alright with Trixie.”

“Alright then Ms. Trixie, if you need anything please don’t be hesitant to ask or send Sylvie to find me. I want to make sure that you are as comfortable as possible while you recover.”

“Yes, thank you Ms. Fluttershy. Now if you please, Trixie feels that she must rest for now.”

Fluttershy nodded and exited the room, leaving Trixie with her new friend.

Comments

[tubaguy]

Yes, more of this

[IAmScootaloo]

Me Gusta

[Lloxie]

...FILLY SCREWY. ;w; OMFG.

As for the rest of the story... MOAR PLEASE. <3

[Frankie]

Trixie was a CMC when she was a filly?

[FlavoredMoon]

I'm lovin' it!
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Seriously though great start!