A year goes by and nothing changes: Octavia comes home late with tears and her family home is still in jeopardy, but Vinyl is used to it. They both are. The night ends no less calmly than any other Sunday too.
Then with the next morning comes calamity. There are few frustrations as painful as to be helpless against a loved one's suffering, and with the new day Vinyl comes to terms with the reality of how futile all that pain really was.
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Includes Semi-Mute Vinyl and other random minor headcanons, because fluffy pony ears.
Special thanks to FimFiction user AdmiralPopeye for collaborative proofreading and editing.
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Some good horse-words, I enjoyed them.
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Of course, since you helped edit them, silly filly!
Glad you enjoyed it too though. ^^
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Filly? WHO YOU CALLIN' A FILLY, FOO'?!
But I suppose I am a bit biased since I did edit it for ya.
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You, Ms. Beardy.
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BETCH, AH GOT MORE STALLIONNESS IN JUST MY BEARD THAN YOU DO IN YER WHOLE BODY!!
NOW DROP AND GIVE ME A NUMBER!
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Wow, no need to be so indignant over it, Ms. Beardy.
If you so manly, you dun need to flaunt it; you just is.
This is actually very nice. You give Vinyl a lot of flavor to her thoughts and it sells the story well.
Good work man.