Of all the unicorns I had seen in
this house so far, this one looked
and acted the least like Trixie.
The fact she wasn’t wearing
Trixie’s hat and cape had nothing
to do with it. As Lexy pulled her
out of bed, I saw, indeed, Trixie’s
cutie mark on this mare’s flanks,
but that just made it more jarring.
Her expression was a broken melancholy
that never wavered.