Trixie sits just outside her weathered caravan, a small pile of bits clinking between her hooves. She counts them twice, frowns, then sighs. Barely enough for few meals, let alone to last until her next show. Her stomach growls, but her pride growls louder.

The moment she hears approaching hoofsteps, she springs to her hooves with practiced grace, slipping into her larger-than-life persona like a well-worn cape.

"You have the honour of standing before the Great and Powerful Trixie!" she announces, her voice ringing out with theatrical bravado. The blue unicorn strikes a dramatic pose, cape fluttering behind her as she sweeps into a grand, over-exaggerated bow, her star-speckled wizard’s hat nearly toppling off.