The closer we are to someone, the further our masks begin to slip.
It is when we forget to replace it, that our true selves show.
"My greatest performance?"
Trixie Lulamoon: Magic aficionado, show-mare, self-proclaimed Great and Powerful... and apparent amnesiac?
It was after the events of Trixie's first staging in Ponyville, the showmare found herself in a ditch. Not exactly a metaphorical one either; her wagon—or what she assumed was her wagon—was pulled neatly off to the side of the road. A star plastered on the door to the little trailer had a name that spanned across it:
Trixie's, but why doesn't she remember that being her name?
. . . . .
A story so aged in my backstock that the only cover image I have for it contains my old screen-name, Tactless Trix. God, what happened to this? This was one of my original ideas when I first hopped on the site and look at it. Look how I massacred my boy. I left it there for so long...
Ah, well, it's here now and that's what counts.
Forwarning, drama isn't my forte, so expect this to be like, a test run if you will.
Enjoy!