Hearth’s Warming Eve was just days away, and the streets of Canterlot were full of cheerful faces and voices as ponies moved from shop to shop and checked off their holiday lists. A quiet flurry had just begun to fall and if it hadn’t been for merry voices and jolly carolers, the streets would have been blissfully still and silent. Beautiful garlands and decorations of green and red specked the trees and lampposts and bells tinkled as ponies pulled carts loaded with gifts through the thin layer of freshly fallen snow. It was impossible to be unhappy in such a joyous time.

Yet, despite all of it, Trixie was miserable.

She was absolutely freezing, shivering violently as she slunk around the outskirts of the buildings wearing nothing but a thin, tattered cloak. Her hooves were sore and her swollen belly made it difficult to move. It seemed like it grew more every day, and she knew her foal was nearly ready to be born, evident by the powerful kicks she’d been feeling.

She was in no way prepared to welcome a foal into the world.

She had no home, no income… On most days finding enough food was difficult. She feared that the malnourishment had already caused damage to her unborn child.

Night was settling in, and Trixie knew she had to seek shelter before the snowfall became too heavy. The day had been a waste. She had been too shy to ask for spare bits as the ponies hustled about her merrily. She… she was a burden. That was how she’d ended up in such a state, after all.

The unicorn mare was growing more and more exhausted. She’d been on her hooves all day and just wanted a warm place to lay. There was nowhere for her to go, so she settled down at the edge of an alley, watching as shoppers made their last purchases and began to head home.

Home. A warm home with a fireplace and food. Glowing logs in a hearth. The tantalizing smell of freshly baked cookies. She longed for such comfort.

Home.

She wanted to sleep, to drift away and forget for a while, but she was just so cold. Her shuddering body refused to rest in fear of freezing. She shut her eyes tight and lowered her head to the cold cement.

“Trixie?”

Her ears pricked and she slowly opened her eyes. That voice was so familiar. Her suspicions were confirmed as she met the gaze of a pony she’d almost forgotten of. Yet, those comforting indigo eyes tugged at her memory….

“St-Starlight?”



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And here we get a glimpse into the tragic story of Trixie. There are a lot of tragic stories in my next gen because I like to make things really, really bad before anything gets good. Here, Trixie is pregnant with her first daughter, Enchanted Gemstone. Gem's father is Blueblood, but Trixie doesn't really realize this until she's born and she finds that her foal looks a lot like the prince she messed around with a year ago. Trixie was in a very dark part of her life when Gem was conceived. She was depressed and felt utterly unloved by anypony. She'd lost contact with Starlight and she had nopony to turn to. She had several one-night stands and was left with basically nothing to her name. Then she came up pregnant, which was fantastic. Just fantastic. She was homeless for almost the entirety of her pregnancy, until she happened upon her old friend who immediately took her in. Starlight was married to Sunburst and in this picture she is pregnant with their son, Sun Beam Day (Sunny Day). Trixie lived with the couple for quite a while after her daughter was born, and eventually her old feelings for Starlight began to resurface. She even grew quite close with Sunburst and he and Starlight just sort of accepted Trixie into their relationship without a word. The three live all together and have four children in total: Enchanted Gemstone, Sunny Day, Crystal Cauldron (Trixie and Sunburst's daughter), and Winter Winds (Trixie and Starlight's daughter).



Also I really like Starlight with a short mane.



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