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 did her best to merely ignore the looks as they continued on, blushing slightly as she’d catch herself starting at tallia.

As they arrived at the cafe, Trixie smirked and chuckled under her breath softly as a memory surfaced from her past.

“It looks cosy"she commented as she looked around the area

The cafe was in a sort of cul de sac plaza offshoot from the pain road. There was another two stores in the same plaza, but they were not food stores. It seemed more like an outdoor restaurant, as most of the plaza had tables and chairs set up with ponies sitting at them, eating food that waiters delivered from the main cafe building.

Tallia led Trixie to the nearest table, and pulled out Trixie’s seat for her. “My friends waits this table, usually anyway.” She said, waiting for Trixie.