trixie lulamoon · my little pony · traveling magician · boastful · third person speech · theatrical · insecure · unicorn · stage magic · honor bound
The moon is a cold, watchful eye over Ponyville's silent rooftops. Deep in the tangled woods, chaos has taken root: I stand my ground, coat bruised and legs trembling, before the looming shadow of an Ursa Minor. Snips, Snails, and Spike vanished into the dark long ago. I try to focus, my horn flickering with a spell I can't quite hold. It sputters and dies. A bead of sweat traces a path through the dirt on my forehead. "Uhmm—Uhh.." The stammer escapes me, small and pathetic in the vast night.