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Over Horizons
Of all ciderhouses in all of the towns in Equestria, Trixie had to walk into this one. She didn’t want to. But she had to. She set a hoof on the door, took a deep breath to steady herself, and walked in.
She had seen his poster and asked around about him, which led her here. She stepped into the dim, haze inside and scanned the room. There he was. Broad Horizons, her ex-fiance. He was sitting at a booth table with some pretty young thing, doubtlessly sweeping her off her hooves.
Approaching the table, Trixie slipped on a loving expression and called out to him, “Oh there you are, dear! I got that topical ointment the doctor recommended. He said the rash should clear right up.”
The mare beside Horizons looked disgusted, then livid. “You’re married!? Coulda said that up front, scuzbag!” She slapped him, then stormed out of the ciderhouse.
Trixie watched this from beside the table with a righteous glee. Horizons looked up at her, sipping his drink, seemingly unperturbed. “Why, my good mare, if you wanted my attention, I’m always delighted to share my ministrations. And I do, in point of order, have a twin brother to assist.”
Twixie scowled. “Do you know who I am?”
“Indubitably!” He quirked an eyebrow. “Unsatisfied customer?”
Trixie scowled harder. “You don’t remember me? What am I saying, of course you don’t.” She slumped down at the table opposite him.
“My dear mare, I assure-”
“You can drop the carnie act, Broad,” Trixie interrupted.
The stallion had a momentary flash of surprise, before his whole body language changed. He held himself less casually, more guarded. “Broad?” His voice was slightly lower and had lost its musical cadence.
“Broad Horizons. Does that name mean anything to you? What about ‘Lullaby’?” Trixie demanded.
“Those are names I haven’t heard in years. Hmm… Twelve years ago, I think. Trottingham. Yeah… She was this sweet little-” His eyes darted back up to the mare in front of him. “Lullaby?”
“Not anymore,” Trixie answered grimly.
“So what’s this about then? Is this some sort of revenge thing?” Horizons asked, more amused than concerned.
“No,” Trixie responded, “I’m going to tell you a story. There once was a mare named Lullaby. Her parents died when she was fourteen and left her all their money. Fresh out of school, she met an older stallion who swept her off her hooves. His name was Broad Horizons and he was the most charming stallion she’d ever met. But one day she woke up alone and he was gone forever, along with all of her money.”
“The police told her that he had been a conpony. She had nothing left. She decided to try to find the stallion who’d stolen her life. She began asking around about conponies, learning about them and what they did. But in order to survive she had to resort to the same tricks. She created a stage persona. Her favorite trick was to put on big, flashy shows to distract an entire town while a partner would go around stealing what she could.”
“She spent almost twelve years looking for Broad Horizons but she never even came close. Eventually she gave up hope and after an encounter with a magical artifact, she decided to go straight. Then what does she see out of the blue? A poster with Horizons on it. He just happens to be in town. So here she is.”
Horizon chuckles. “So in order to get back at a dirty conpony, you became a dirty conpony. Sounds like you’re no better than me, sister.”
“I AM better than you!” Trixie counters. “I never broke anypony’s heart!”
Horizons rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, it was nothing personal. It was a job. There’s been a hundred mares beside you. Don’t think you were special in anyway.”
Trixie narrows her eyes. “No, Horizons, I just wanted to tell you my story. You made me who I am. But more importantly, I wanted to get my closure.”
With that, Trixie sprang up and dumped his drink over his head. “I! Am! Over! You!” she roared and bucked him hard in the gut.
With Horizons slumped over his table, groaning in pain, Trixie exited the ciderhouse. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her. She’d achieved what she set out to do all those years ago. Now the whole world was open to her. Endless possibilities just over the horizon.
She had seen his poster and asked around about him, which led her here. She stepped into the dim, haze inside and scanned the room. There he was. Broad Horizons, her ex-fiance. He was sitting at a booth table with some pretty young thing, doubtlessly sweeping her off her hooves.
Approaching the table, Trixie slipped on a loving expression and called out to him, “Oh there you are, dear! I got that topical ointment the doctor recommended. He said the rash should clear right up.”
The mare beside Horizons looked disgusted, then livid. “You’re married!? Coulda said that up front, scuzbag!” She slapped him, then stormed out of the ciderhouse.
Trixie watched this from beside the table with a righteous glee. Horizons looked up at her, sipping his drink, seemingly unperturbed. “Why, my good mare, if you wanted my attention, I’m always delighted to share my ministrations. And I do, in point of order, have a twin brother to assist.”
Twixie scowled. “Do you know who I am?”
“Indubitably!” He quirked an eyebrow. “Unsatisfied customer?”
Trixie scowled harder. “You don’t remember me? What am I saying, of course you don’t.” She slumped down at the table opposite him.
“My dear mare, I assure-”
“You can drop the carnie act, Broad,” Trixie interrupted.
The stallion had a momentary flash of surprise, before his whole body language changed. He held himself less casually, more guarded. “Broad?” His voice was slightly lower and had lost its musical cadence.
“Broad Horizons. Does that name mean anything to you? What about ‘Lullaby’?” Trixie demanded.
“Those are names I haven’t heard in years. Hmm… Twelve years ago, I think. Trottingham. Yeah… She was this sweet little-” His eyes darted back up to the mare in front of him. “Lullaby?”
“Not anymore,” Trixie answered grimly.
“So what’s this about then? Is this some sort of revenge thing?” Horizons asked, more amused than concerned.
“No,” Trixie responded, “I’m going to tell you a story. There once was a mare named Lullaby. Her parents died when she was fourteen and left her all their money. Fresh out of school, she met an older stallion who swept her off her hooves. His name was Broad Horizons and he was the most charming stallion she’d ever met. But one day she woke up alone and he was gone forever, along with all of her money.”
“The police told her that he had been a conpony. She had nothing left. She decided to try to find the stallion who’d stolen her life. She began asking around about conponies, learning about them and what they did. But in order to survive she had to resort to the same tricks. She created a stage persona. Her favorite trick was to put on big, flashy shows to distract an entire town while a partner would go around stealing what she could.”
“She spent almost twelve years looking for Broad Horizons but she never even came close. Eventually she gave up hope and after an encounter with a magical artifact, she decided to go straight. Then what does she see out of the blue? A poster with Horizons on it. He just happens to be in town. So here she is.”
Horizon chuckles. “So in order to get back at a dirty conpony, you became a dirty conpony. Sounds like you’re no better than me, sister.”
“I AM better than you!” Trixie counters. “I never broke anypony’s heart!”
Horizons rolled his eyes. “Sweetheart, it was nothing personal. It was a job. There’s been a hundred mares beside you. Don’t think you were special in anyway.”
Trixie narrows her eyes. “No, Horizons, I just wanted to tell you my story. You made me who I am. But more importantly, I wanted to get my closure.”
With that, Trixie sprang up and dumped his drink over his head. “I! Am! Over! You!” she roared and bucked him hard in the gut.
With Horizons slumped over his table, groaning in pain, Trixie exited the ciderhouse. She felt like a weight had been lifted from her. She’d achieved what she set out to do all those years ago. Now the whole world was open to her. Endless possibilities just over the horizon.