i-darkstar-x asked:

Tallia trot as quietly as she could around the back of the stage. Her crystal blue eyes glanced around for her target, being the one and only Trixie of course. Tallia's coat was a minty green color, and her mane and tail wavy and long, dual-colored dirty yellow and robin blue. Her cutie mark was three crescent shapes all slightly larger than the other, stacked on top of one another, with small runes on the sides of the three crescents.

cheerdalee-deactivated20181203 answered:

Trixie was a busy mare. Or at least she said she was and in part that was true. She was always on the move, making new stories, Learning a new spell or experimenting with old ones. She was always trying to better her show after the brutal beating her reputation took a few years back.

While usually Trixie would already be packing up and moving on to her next stop…she didn’t have one. She’d planned on heading to the next town over next but they’d sent a messenger to her yesterday, saying they’d rather she not perform and rejecting her permit request.

Right now Trixie just sat in the section of her cart that was usually  her bedroom, but when the stage portion of her wagon was extended it simply became the backroom, blocked off by a thick curtain. She simply sat there, glancing through old posters of her old shows in an old album. All old. All in the past.

cheerdalee:

Trixie was surprised by the wagging tail but didn’t show it. Generally ponies didn’t wash their tails. They only flicked them sometimes. Generally in aggitation. But she suppressed it was just a little quirk of talia.

“Around ten sounds fine. I should be more than awake by then and gave already ate so I’ll be ready to begin” she said, a little excitement creeping into her own voice

She nodded, and said, “Well, I’ll be back at ten, then.” She turned to trot out, but paused at the doorway. She turned to look at Trixie, and said, “Thank you, by the way, for doing this.”