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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.
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.
Trixie couldn’t help but feel comfortable by the environment around the area. She could even swear the stares and glares lessened as they approached.
Trixie blinked in surprise as the seat was pulled out for her and a soft blush blossomed on her cheeks “oh, uhm, thank you very much” she said warmly as she took her seat. How long has it been since someone pulled out a seat for her? She couldn’t even remember.
Tallia pushed it in for her, then sat down in the chair across from her, looking at the menu. She seemed quite happy to be here. Indeed there was less looks from ponies, probably due to the change of the ratio of idle ponies to busy (eating) ponies.
In a few minutes a stallion dressed in the same waiter attire as the others of the restaurant approached. He had a short semi why mane and tail, colored a Radiant orange. His coat was a soft gray color, and his eyes a sort of sandy brown. He smiled at them both, and said, “Hello ladies, I hope you are having an excellent day. My name is Wallace, I’ll be your waiter for your stay.” Tallia looked up from the menu to him and smiled. “Hey Wallace, good to see you up and about.” Wallace nodded in thanks.
