“Do they?” Trixie pushed past her. “Trixie knows why you're putting up with her. Because Princess Luna ordered you to. Trixie can see the look in your eyes—what you really think. Trixie is a parasprite in the Princess' chambers. Everypony would be happier if she was gone. Other ponies have cleaned up too many of her messes already; she does not wish to be any more bother.” Trixie turned down the hallway and headed towards Luna's office.