It was with her head held high that The Great and Powerful Trixie entered Canterlot City, her dark violet eyes scanning the beautiful sights of Equestria's capital with a mixture of admiration and anticipation, as her stage/home trundled along behind her, it's weight reduced by powerful magics, and compact, foldable design preventing it from taking up too much space on the cobbled streets.

As interesting a sight as her cart was, Trixie had done her best to look Far more outstanding. Her nearly silver, pale cornflour blue mane and tail had been carefully combed and styled, her trademark purple, star-studded robes and hat were as perfectly clean as ever, and her brilliant azure coat was utterly unmarred.

All in all, striding purposefully throughout Canterlot's streets with her head, and pointed hat, raised, and her stage at her back, she seemed every bit the confident, powerful magician she had claimed to be.

However, although much of her pride remained, Trixie had learned the lessons of that humbling, humiliating day in Ponyville, well. As much as she believed herself to be Great and Powerful; she had many equals, and a few superiors, and her newfound (relative) humility had helped her to learn another important lesson.

The world did not revolve around the Great and Powerful Trixie, much as she would have liked it to. There were other tales to tell, other stories both grander and better-loved than her own half-truths and stories of self-embellishment.

With this knowledge securely in hoof, the mare magician had come to a greater realisation, and in doing so had changed her act forever.

Her special talent lay with the use of magic to amaze and entertain, and, as a foal, she had been enchanted by tales of brave heroism and adventure, set in ancient times, before Equestria had been peaceful and safe, as it was now.
And so she had taken her talents in spinning stories, and casting illusions, her love for entertainment and the tales of old, her flare for the dramatic and ability to win over a crowd, and with them she had reformed her act.

She would still thrill the crowds, have them cheer her name, and view her as the powerful mage she was, but no longer would she take centre stage, no longer would she hold the audience's attention for all the wrong reasons, and through all the wrong methods.

Now, Trixie was not just a magician, she was a Storyteller.
Through her magic, and her words, she could captivate audiences with tales old and new, bring crowds into elation and despair, truly immerse them in the narratives playing out before them, stories which may have fallen into obscurity over the years, and deserved to be celebrated once again.

These thoughts filling her head with visions of cheering crowds, epic tales, and fame and fortune, Trixie Lulamoon smiled widely, eyes bright with excitement, as she parked her stage somewhere it would remain in relative obscurity from the ponies of Canterlot. For now.

Trixie had heard the stallion's hoofsteps before he had spoken, and by the time he had announced his presence, her dark violet eyes were already turned in his direction, an eyebrow raised high enough to show curiosity, without appearing too snobbish or challenging.

"Yes? It is indeed with Trixie that you speak. The more important question might be why you've decided to do so." The azure mare replied, voice almost a little defensive, with her reputation as a wizard in tatters after the Ponyville incident, it was unlikely this pale stallion was a fan, or here to wish her well, and that was obvious by the quick change her expression had undergone, from hopeful and excited, to defensive and slightly suspicious, as she eyed the stallion up and down, as if determining whether or not he was here to do harm.

"Trixie.. Is aware of what you, and the rest of Canterlot, must think of her. However, Trixie is happy to inform you that she has no intention to run her: 'Usual Routine'. In fact, Trixie has undergone some deep thinking, following events in Ponyville, which have resulted in a considerable change to her.. I mean My, act." The magician replied, her stance relaxing a little, as she realized he wasn't here to harm her, although it was still less relaxed than it had been before.

"Here, avail yourself of one of the posters Tri-.. I, intend to place around the city to deter the rumour-mills, and neigh-sayers of this fine city." The azure mare finished, her smile returning a little, as she turned back to her stage to dig out an rather eye-catching poster, which she levitated over to the blacksmith without another word.

It was written in large, elegant, stylishly written letters. The poster itself displayed the back of an ancient tome, studded with small crystal stars, and with purple lettering the same colour as her robes:


Come one, Come all, to witness the unparalleled, showstopping, awe-inspiring performance that is: Trixie's Tales!

In the evening, in Canterlot Square, Trixie, the Storyteller, will weave a once well-known Equestrian legend to the crowd! Her performance will be aided by her illusory magic, in order to enhance the crowd's immersion in the narrative, and improve their experience overall!

The tales told by the travelling Trixie, will be taken from the legends of old, when Equestria was young, and not as peaceful and safe as it is now. They will be tales of high adventure, immense battles, grand victories and epic quests, where the fate of many will hang in the balance!

Entry to the event is a mere 3 bits, and foals are welcome to attend for free, with their families.

Having already addressed many of the issues Iron had brought up, Trixie only frowned a little as he continued, before refocusing as he complimented the idea behind her new act, causing her to smile a little, in reply.

"I would certainly appreciate assistance in the placement of posters, as Trixie is unsure where exactly her advertisements would be best placed in order to attract attention. In repayment, would you accept free entrance into the next show? I'll be sure to reserve a spot with a better view for you, this time." The azure mare replied, smiling gratefully in response to his offer, her expression slowly returning to the one of hopeful excitement that it had been upon her arrival in the grand city.

Trixie's smile slowly widened as the stallion before her spoke, the stage mare lost for a moment in fantasies of the respect and admiration she could earn, through the telling of grand tales, old and new.

Shaking her head a little to clear it, the azure mare refocused on the stallion in front of her, and nodded graciously in response to his plans, her smile widening in excitement once more.
"Tr-.. I, am glad to hear that someone who knows so much about this fine city will be distributing some of the posters. Hopefully, if I place some in the theatre districts, as well as the areas you described, the turnout for the first performance, and it's success, will be enough to convince the ponies of Canterlot, and indeed, of Equestria, of Trixie's legitimacy as a teller of grand tales." The cornflour blue-maned mare replied, momentarily lost in her thoughts of success again, if the mildly dreamlike look in her dark violet eyes, was an accurate indication.

"Trixie assures you shall be fine on her lonesome. Sh-.. I, am less recognizable without the hat and cape, which I shall leave here. I doubt I am going to draw much attention, simply placing posters about the city." Trixie replied, still smiling, as she carefully removed her robes and hat, which she folded with care, and placed into her folded up stage/home, for safekeeping.

"Indeed, Trixie hopes that we can meet again to discuss this further. A few hours certainly sounds reasonable, it will give T-, Me, time to search the city at a more leisurely pace." Trixie replied, smiling pleasantly at the stallion assisting her, and, after a momentary hesitation, offering an azure hoof to the stallion, as he introduced himself, her own smile one of genuine happiness to have met a pony so helpful within minutes of entering the grand city.

"Very well, Trixie will keep that in mind, Ironfire. It would be good to know where your forge is, anyway, in case she ever requires the services of a skilled blacksmith. For now though, goodbye." The azure mare replied, smiling widely at the stallion as he scooped up some posters, her own magic picking up the rest and levitating them towards her, as she turned and set off into the streets of Canterlot, a smile of anticipation on her pretty face.