Idol

Glimmer watched the other moxyn with shining eyes, little heart pounding in her chest with admiration.  

“One day!” she thought. “One day I’m gonna be just like her!”

Clover, the moxyn in question, didn’t know that she was being watched by a tiny fan. She chatted excitedly with her neighbour, the colourful spots in her fur sparkling in the sun. A laughter as bright as a bellchime sounded from her throat and Glimmer’s tail started wagging.  

“She’s so pretty!” she whispered with a deep sigh.

Not only because of her looks, even though Clover WAS stunning, with her black and white fur, the rainbow markings and heterochromia eyes. She also was beautiful on the INSIDE, because she was always happy, always laughed. She infected other xyns with her positive attitude. It was also said that Clover was genuinely LUCKY and passed on the luck to the xyns she hung out with. Glimmer believed everything about the rumours.

“I wonder if she would ever be my friend?” she whispered, hopeful.  

“Why would she?” A new voice suddenly sounded behind her, making Glimmer jump. “With a shrimp like you? There are enough adult xyns that are willing to kiss the ground she walks on, no need to add a moxlet to the mix.”

Glimmer shot around, horrified that she had been caught in her “fangirling”.  

“Rusalka!” She yelled.

The other moxyn stood behind her, much too close for comfort. How long had she been listening?

Rusalka smirked. Her paws were crossed in front of her, indicating that she had, indeed, been standing there for a while. Glimmer swallowed hard, embarrassed.

“Eavesdropping is not nice” She forced out, accusingly.  

Rusalka laughed, obviously unimpressed.

“And it would do YOU some good to not always be so damn nice! You’re a moxlet after all! Play some pranks, be nosy, enjoy it while you can get away with it!”

She looked over at Clover, the other moxyn still unaware of their presence.

“That one might be pretty lucky and all, but she’s also something else.”

Glimmer didn’t want to ask, she really didn’t. She didn’t want to talk to the other moxyn. Rusalka always meant trouble and everyone knew it. Yet she couldn’t help it.

“What?” she asked petulantly. “What else is she?”

“BORING.” Rusalka said, deadpan, shocking Glimmer to the core.

“THAT’S NOT TRUE!” She yelled, jumping to her idol’s defense. “Clover is wonderful and you… you are just jealous! You will never be like her!”  

Rusalka regarded her silently, not giving away her thoughts. Then she smirked again.

“Whatever you say, shrimp. Can’t say I wanna be.”

She turned around and the star-tip of her tail flipped Glimmer on the nose. She had probably done it on purpose.

“If you ever feel like enjoying your childhood, you know where to find me.”

She looked over her shoulder one last time and threw her trademark smirk.

“You know, LIVE a little bit.”  

Glimmer bristled.

She wanted to tell Rusalka off, to defend Clover further, but her mouth was as if glued shut as she watched the other xyn walk away. Her paws were frozen to the spot, her little body shaking indignantly.  

She NEVER wanted to be like Rusalka!