*Earlier that day*

Late in the afternoon Trixie and Peanut were walking together in Manehatten Central Park. Spitfire and Buttercup weren't with them they were at home doing Buttercups homework. Trixie wasn't looking forward to going outside after several close encounters with ponies who disliked her based on her reputation.

The two walked along in the stone walkway while ponies continued to stare a them. They were on their way to pick up Trixie's trailer at a local repair shop who was on friendly terms with the unicorn mare. Peanut donned his batpony disguise. His dark grey fur and leathery black wings and mane stood out compared to the bright technicolor ponies around him.

The stares were intense and Peanut huddled close to his mother, afraid. He pressed his tine body against hers trying to hide himself instinctively. Trixie held him close trying her best to comfort him, but knew the intense emotions he was feeling were upsetting him. She glared back at ponies as they walked past hoping none would show any aggression towards her out of fear for Peanut.

Suddenly she found herself coming up to a group of familiar threshals who were walking down the street laughing at one of the others stories.There were six of them, four stallions and two mares. The stallions were smaller than their female counterparts and were a dull grey color with dark black manes. Their wings were leathery black and all of them had yellow eyes except one who had one yellow and one green eye.

Leading them was a tall brown threshal mare who was dark mahogany. Her mane was short and spiked similar to Spitfires but her bangs were upright like a flame off a torch. She was laughing with them up to the point she laid eyes on Trixie. The dark mare frowned at the unicorn, who returned with a angry scowl. As they past by the stallions in the group watched wondering what was going on and the smaller brown bat pony looked ready to jump in at any moment.

Trixie and the mahogany mare stopped inches apart and stared at each other. Eventually Peanut showed himself from behind Trixie's legs and the dark threshal looked upon him. Her expression softened making him warm up inside, but Trixie held him close. The changeling was confused. He could sense several emotions flowing from both mares, love, compassion, anger, and envy. He looked up at the bat pony who reached for him and ruffled his mane making him laugh. He purred rubbing against the hoof and sucked the love off the intimate contact. She smiled at him looking up at Trixie.

The unicorn reached for Peanut and pulled him closer, shielding him from the outside world as much as she could. Seeing this, the darker bat pony gave her an soft approving nod. She stepped forward in a non threatening manner seeing Trixie's continued hostility.

"I promise I won't cause you any grief." she said extending her hoof. "I'm Aurora. You must be the Great and Powerful Trixie?"

"Yes." she answered flatly.

Aurora pulled her hoof back awkwardly scratching her neck. "Look, about our first meeting, I'm sorry for being so lousy to you at the restaurant."

"No, Trixie is sorry for being so rude."

Both mares smiled extending hooves once again shaking them. Peanut and the group of bat ponies were happy by the exchange. Aurora leaned in and eyed Peanut as he sat by Trixie's side.

"He's strong and healthy it seems." Aurora said looking him over.

"Yes, he's very... unique." Trixie offered lifting him up and hugging the little guy.

Aurora chuckled quietly. "Well, make sure you keep him safe and treat him well. Cause if you don't-" she trailed off darkly.
Trixie rolled her eyes kissing Peanut's forehead. "Trixie will treat him like royalty. He and his sister mean everything to me."

"Well, as long as he's fine." the town clock tower rang telling them it was now 2 o'clock. 'Oh shit! We have to run! It was nice seeing you again Trixie! Take care!" and with that the mare took off with the group behind her.

Trixie and Peanut watched as they departed heading deeper into the city. As the group disappeared behind the skyscrapers, Trixie placed the changeling on her back and continued to walk down the streets. An hour later Trixie came upon the trailer shop she'd taken her cart to a few day s prior. She craned her neck to see Peanut fast asleep on her back.

She smiled and slowly approached the building entering it. It was massive like a museum with all sorts of trailers, wagons, and coaches lining the walls. She loved the place. It reminded her of her ties on the road, before Ponyville. There was every type of cart, wagon, and trailer in every size and color imaginable. Some were magically infused to be self propelled, others were enchanted to have larger insides than they actually were.

This place had everything.

She walked along a long path between the trailers and wagons, at the end of the path was a single register on top of a desk with an older unicorn mare manning it. She glanced up at Trixie as she approached.

"Ah, Miss Lulamoon! Welcome back! Your wagon is ready!" the unicorn mare said walking to the back.

Trixie waited by the register for the mares return. A few minutes later Trixie's iconic wagon rolled into the lobby through a set of large double doors off to the right side of the register. The cart stopped beside them and atop the cart was the unicorn mare from the register. She hopped down and waved a hoof at the cart.

"One of my best works thus far! Do you approve, Miss Lulamoon?" she asked stepping aside for Trixie to inspect the cart.

After a lengthy inspection Trixie was satisfied with the cart. She circled around it, listening to what the mare had done with it,.

"I added my signature enchantment to make the cart self propelled. And I made it to where it was fireproof as you asked. that was surprisingly challenging even for me."

Trixie circled the cart once more inspecting it thoroughly. Peanut flew up and landed atop the trailer sitting at the edge watching as Trixie talked to the mare.

"So you put the enchantment on? Will it be effective considering what else you put on?" Trixie asked with uncertainty.

The unicorn mare gave her an uncertain look. "I'm not sure the extent of its effectiveness. The fire protection enchantment is on it but how effective is greatly dependent on the other enchantments. As you know, more enchantments on the same item make them all less effective. This trailer has three." she explained.

Trixie nodded understanding. It was common knowledge that items could only hold so much magic. Large items could hold mare magic and thus are easier to enchant multiple times. But they did have limits. Her trailer for example could optimally hold two enchantments, but having three greatly reduces the power of all three evenly.

It was like mixing juice as her teachers once said. If you have one liter of water in a container, and that's all it could hold, and you mixed half a liter of another flavor of juice you reduce the amount equal to the amount you put in so on an so forth. Trixie knew it wasn't exactly like the juice analogy putting juice in an already full container wasn't going to make it evenly half and half, but it was the idea that counted. By adding two enchantments to the trailer the power of each one was reduced by half. Adding a third one made them only one third as powerful. One magic source powering three enchantments evenly.

The fact she wanted the fire enchantment put on her new trailer made the self propelling and tracking spells less effective, but it was the fire enchantment she feared she needed the most. Over the last few days she'd had nightmares about a single flame that would expand and engulf everything, everyone, she loved. Buttercup, Peanut, Star Stripe, Sorain, and even Fleetfoot. But she feared the greatest loss of all, Spitfire. The nightmares always ended with her dying a most agonizing death by flames, slowly. These nightmares drove her to put the new enchantment on and had her learn all about fire spells. She was sure the cause was the Kindle Trinity.

Putting these dark thoughts aside she looked over to the enchantress nodding in approval.

"Your enchantments know no bound great enchantress." Trixie proclaimed, making the mare blush. "How much do owe you?"

"The total will be, for you dearest lady," she said with a bow, Trixie giggled at the flattery. "You only pay a total of 1000 bits."

Trixie was shocked, she knew it was going to be expensive to invest in such enchantments and a new trailer, but this was dirt cheap for what it would normally cost. Half in fact.

"Trixie ca-can not accept this offer! It's simply unfair to you." she said hoofing over 2000. But the mare smiled kindly giving half back.

"Please let me do this for you miss Lulamoon." she said with a deep blush. "It's the least I can do."

Unsure of what she meant, Trixie smiled back and accepted the bits back and hugged the mare. The enchantress forced herself to hold back a tear from her eye, wanting to be strong and not seem weak in the unicorns eyes. Breaking away Trixie held her shoulders for a moment.

"What is your name enchantress?" she asked the mare kindly.

"It's... my name is Sigil. Sigil Crest."

"Well then , Sigil Crest, Trixie thanks you for all you've done for her. We should meet up once in a while." the azure mare offered.

"Thanks Miss Lulamoon-"

"Trixie. Call me Trixie. It's what all my friends do after all."

"Hmm. Trixie? That's a nice name." she said looking up at Peanut. "Well, I own't keep you. But let's meet again! Farewell Trixie!"

"Take care Sigil!" Trixie waved back to her friend. She then jumped on top of the cart and poured her magic into it feeling the enchantment taking hold the instant she focused on it, beckoning for her to command it. She thought of home, and the trailer began to move slowly forward. m Sigil ran past opening the exit doors and waved to them as they past by. Peanut waved to her from his spot beside Trixie.

As they rolled on down the streets of Manehatten, Peanut once again felt the decisive distaste for Trixie's presence among the ponies as they headed for home. Before he had a chance, Trixie pulled him close, anticipating his reaction. Considering she wasn't liked in most of the town it was amazing to her that she made a friend out of Sigil as fast as she did. It warmed her heart thinking of the new friend she made this day. Speaking of which.

"Momma?" Peanut called to her.

"What is it sweetie?" Trixie replied not taking her eyes off the road. Last thing she needed was an accident with running over a pony.

"Miss Sigil, loves you, momma. Dose that mean you love her too?" he asked innocently.

Trixie shook her head. "No sweetie. She doesn't feel that way about me. We're just friends."

"I don't know, momma." he lowered his head onto her lap. 'The way she feels about you is a lot like, momma Spitfire's love for you."

Trixie thought about it but shrugged it off. Even if Sigil did feel that way, she was with Spitfire and nothing was going to change that. Nothing. The rest of the trip was in silence. Trixie too focused on the road and Peanut huddled against her trying to push away the dark feelings felt towards Trixie. An hour later they arrived at the parking lot for carts and trailers underneath the Ivory Towers.

Peanut skipped happily along while Trixie slowly walked into the lobby and headed to the elevator. Peanut was bobbing his head to a tune playing over the speakers from one of his favorite bands, Megahorn. To Trixie it was awful to listen to screaming death metal, but to the changeling it was a harmonious tune. Once in the elevator they headed up to the top level and to their home. When they exited two pony attendants left with a cart of dirty clothes and went into the elevator.

Trixie and Peanut stepped allowing them to pass, Peanut at the same time held his hoof in-front of the door not allowing it to close on the attendant ponies. One of them a mare of deep green with red eyes looked down at him with a smile.

"Aw, aren't you the sweetest thing?" she cooed to him, making him blush.

"He sure is." Trixie said with pride, making him look down .

"Momma!" he whined.

All three adults laughed before the two attendant ponies entered the elevator and headed down. Trixie and Peanut walked down the hall turning right and found their home. They found a pile of mail in front of the door but the sound of yelling from inside the home got her attention. It made her worry that Spitfire and Buttercup were fighting again.

"Trixie swears those two-" she cut herself off when she opened the door seeing the condition the two mares were in. They were at the table huddle together, looming over a book with papers scattered across the floor and table. Curious she approached the two and saw Spitfire and Buttercup over several books and a pile of papers on the table. Taken aback by the pile, Trixie gasped at the condition of the two ponies. Their manes were a disheveled mess, bags under their eyes, and bloodshot eyes to top it with several coffee pots beside them chatting incoherently as they scribbled page after page.

"So if we divide by the square root of seven we should get the answer for A and then we can use the Pythagorean theorem to solve for B and then we can find the square root of Pi!" Spitfire yelled triumphantly showing Buttercup her paper. The brown pony scrunched her face staring at it with great intensity.

"No! You did it wrong! That's for a right triangle! We need the value of B so we can identify the width of this parabola!"

"That's not how it works Buttercup! is it?"

"I DON"T KNOW ANYMOREOREOROOE!" the teen mare cried burying herself into Spitfires shoulder as she coddled the crying mare.

instantly the answer hit Trixie. She opened the book they were looking at and opened it to the back. There she found the answer quickly scribbling it down on the paper and placed it in front of them. The two halted from their outburst and inspected what she wrote down. Then they looked up in awe at her after checking to see if the answer matched. It did.

They only watched as Trixie headed to the kitchen picking up the mail from the front door and looked through them. Bill. Teachers note. Then she came upon the Royal Insignia on an elaborate white envelop with a golden ribbon on it. Opening it she rad the letter which read: You are cordially invited to the open wedding of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Shining Armor of the Canterlot Royal Guard.

Author's Notes:

And now the plot thickens once again!

What will happen at this supposed wedding I wonder? Well, the answers will come out soon enough! So stay tuned friends! But what of the strange letter? if it's an open wedding then who needs an invitation? Hmm...

Keep reading and writing!