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Starting over isn’t easy. Trixie knows that way too well. After wandering into barren plains full of rocks, she wonders meets somepony who could do with some magic in her life, and finds herself needing some rock solid support.


Entry for Bike’s StarTrixMaud contest featuring Mauxie :)

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glad you got this in on time, really looking forward to this one!

Apparently, all I write is Applejack.

Character Tags: Trixie, Maud Pie

I hear major BS

hello! you should have already been PMed about this, but this comment is just to record that this fic has won Camembert's Prize for Favorite Heresy (Favorite Non-StarTrix Fic) in the StarTrixMaud Shipping Contest!

I honestly couldn’t even understand what was going on with this mare. “Yes,” I snorted, “food. You know, like what ponies need to stay alive?”

aww, just love that dripping condescension

Still, it was better than nothing, and if I got murdered in the middle of a rock farm then so be it. At least I’d die knowing my last show was nothing but spectacular.

and the overdramaticness!

“Makes the rocks grow better crystals inside them.”

not sure at all if you've read mushroompone's How to Farm Rocks (in three easy steps) but this rock farm worldbuilding is delightfully reminiscent of it!

At least I knew just the thing to impress her. Eyeing the box in the corner of my little room, I smirked. “Oh yes,” I whispered to myself, “that’ll do nicely, Trixie.”

nice use of the famed literary device, "Chekov's Thing To Impress Her"

I mean literally enchanting. The music came out as visible notes and swirled around the serpent’s head.

noooooo don't make the universal cartoon shorthand diegetic noooooo

Maud quirked her head, finally putting Boulder back in her pocket. “Well, how else are you supposed to grow sedimentary rocks?”

always love the absurd whimsy that seems to surround Maud Pie

Maud took a step forward and put a hoof on my shoulder. “It probably doesn’t mean anything to you, but I don’t think you’re a joke.”

aww

They are my own damareotype.”

beautiful poem, awful horse pun, loved it

My eyes bugged out of my head. The image of that bouncy, pink annoyance leaped into my mind. “Pinkie Pie?!”

haha, great place to end it, with Trixie finally making the connection!


lots of Trixie being insecure, hypocritically judgmental, and precious in her moments of vulnerability, and all the Maud hits of very self-reflective rock-based poetry, flat affect, and being supportive and encouraging of the ponies around her while seemingly unaware of just how strange she is. a fun little encounter, possibly filling in the blanks of Trixie's time at the rock farm. thanks so much for writing it!

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heheheh thanks! It was a lot of fun to write, I’m glad you enjoyed it even though it was rushed and panicked

Very silly, sweet, and show-like. Nice inclusion of Maud's poetry. The most surprising thing about this story was how Trixie refers to herself as 'I' in her own first-person POV.

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Thanks :> And I like to think Trixie’s third person thing is a verbal thing mainly (and I have reason for it but that’s a headcanon for another time), though she does sometimes do it in the narration. Not sure if you caught it, it only happened like twice.

:> Again thanks

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for another time

SOON™? 👀

Maud, who for somepony who I could already tell showed no expression, shifted in a way that I pretended meant she felt something. Her gray coat and grayish-purple hair didn’t add much. “Oh, I can explain,” she started. Looking back at the fields full of rocks, she cleared her throat. “You see, we have different fields with different kinds of dirt that we put rock shards and other nutrients into, as an agricultural farmer would with seeds, and after a lot of waiting and making sure the dirt is pressurized enough and has the perfect conditions, rocks and crystals begin to form under the topmost soil. Of course, we need to externalize the pressure because a few mere kilometres of soil wouldn’t be enough to—”

That's a pretty good explanation for why Maud and others would farm rock.s

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i definitely tried hard to make it make sense :>

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It was a good story too.

You can try writing a first person Trixie story, but she will still try to make it third person.

I don't know how I haven't been mugged yet.

Well, apart from that one time.

It doesn't count if you have nothing to steal.

She held Boulder on the tip of her nose, perfectly balanced until her gaze fell more squarely on mine.

Ooh, Maud wants to impress her, too.

I liked how Trixie went from assuming herself not being able to read Maud's emotions must have meant she didn't have any, to realising she had feelings she couldn't always show.
It was a lovely story :pinkiesmile:

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Haha thanks for the comment. And yeah that’s definitely something I wanted to explore here, through Trixie’s silly first person view. Just… understanding Maud and exploring that friendship (and definitely more heehee)

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