        Trixie’s beautiful platinum mane hung limply around her horn, and there were bags under her eyes.  Her everpresent smirk was gone, and her fur was matted as if she hadn’t been grooming herself.  Twilight took a half-step back, and Trixie lowered her head.  “Trixie apologizes for her appearance.  She has been working hard at making lessons for Twilight Sparkle.”  She waved a hoof.  “Please, come inside.”