//------------------------------// // Chapter Four- Sudden Intrusion // Story: Notes Of Time // by MLPxMaestro //------------------------------// Notes Of Time: Chapter 4- Sudden Intrusion: Octave was now over eight years of age, and learning to play the violin quite well. She absorbed what she was taught like a sponge, and applied it to her performing surprisingly well. She certainly was no prodigy, but she could play better than most her age. One of Octavia’s distant relatives, and related to the apple family too, was Fiddly Faddle…or Fiddlesticks as most preferred calling her. Fiddlesticks had come over for the first time to see Octavia in over a decade. She was surprised to see she had a lovely daughter that played violin like she did, and wished to help teach her whenever she could. So therefore, Fiddlesticks stayed at Octavia and Maestro’s for about a week, and helped Octave play better with the violin. When it was time for her to head back home to Appleloosa, she gave Octave her own personal violin as a memento to hold onto to remember her favorite cousin by, which made Octave’s face light up like a Christmas tree. So since then, Octave had been working extra hard to be like her cousin Fiddly Faddle, or Fiddlesticks either way. Octave wanted to be the best violinist in all of Equestria one day after the inspiration she obtained from her. As for Starlight, she had visited Octave occasionally, but was most of the time too busy to have the time to unfortunately. She had her own daughter of course she needed to take care of as well, which made the window to visit her friends and such, even thinner. Starlight had only seen Octave five times in the past eight years of her life, and she was kind of getting annoyed to see her time with friends being taken away from her due to her job becoming more and more of a hassle. Though she did what she knew she had to do to get by in life, and raise her daughter, and keep her happy. The reason Starlight had never brought over her own daughter, was cause since she was still too young to fly, she was always too afraid her daughter would lose grip on the trip over to Canterlot in the air, and well yeah…you get the picture. She was just one of those overly cautious mother’s for her little filly, Comet Trail. For Vinyl Scratch, she moved to Manehatten when she was offered a huge music contract with a good friend of hers that is a DJ partner with her, Rising Star, or known by most as Neon Lights for his DJ name. Octave had only managed to see Vinyl a few times in her life, since they were just so far out from each other, and Vinyl was always so busy. Vinyl however knew her contract would soon come to an end she decided within the next year or so, and return back home to Ponyville where she felt she belonged. For Starlight being adopted or taken under Maestro’s wing as his adopted sister so to speak from years ago…it obviously couldn’t work out, and she understood when he decided to just leave it as them being really good friends. She wasn’t complaining, and understood some reason for it perhaps, though there still wasn’t a day that went by when she would think about her big brother, along with the rest of her family that had been deceased for a number of years. The sound of a broken string could be heard distinctly throughout the quiet household, as Maestro was doing his own thing, and Octavia was taking it easy on the couch reading a saucy novel in front of the fireplace, as it gave off a soft orange glow throughout the living room. “Um…uh oh.” Octave slowly turned her head back to her mother looking over at her standing there with her violin next to the fireplace in the corner of the room. Octavia didn’t seem to really care one way or another whenever Octave would end up making her strings screech still every now and again. It was all apart of the learning process, and that’s all she knew counted for her daughter to learn it. “Are you due a new set of strings angel? I think it’s about time we head over to get you some more. You have had that violin for a couple of years now, though you’re still too little to start playing on Fiddly Faddle’s violin.” “But hers is probably sooo much better than this one.” Octave whined slightly in her voice. “Oh I’m sure it is sweetheart, but you must know that you are still too little to take on a full sized violin. Until you reach the appropriate age, that violin will remain in its case within my bedroom until you are ready to move onto that level.” “But what will it hurt to have just a level or t-” “Octave?” Octavia stated assertively. “Yes mother…I’m sorry.” “Apology accepted dear, now why don’t you go upstairs and continue practicing, mother enjoys her peace you know.” “Okay mom…I’ll be the best violinist in Canterlot! But well…what about the broken string?” “I have faith you will, and pursue that dream to your hearts content sweetie.” Octavia smiled back to her softly, as she watched her daughter make her way upstairs, and back into her own bedroom to resume practice. “Oh right, as for the string that’s broken…hmm…why don’t you merely work on the rest of the strings, and don’t worry about the broken one, We’ll get new ones tomorrow first thing.” She added before focusing back on her book. Maestro made his way through the door awfully quick and disruptive of Octavia’s moment of enjoying her own peace.” “Finally! I’m…oh…sorry.” He brought his voice down to a whisper at the end. “Exactly.” She whispered back to him playfully. “So…how’s the book going? I still can’t believe you read those novels…you got the real thing.” Maestro winked above her, kissing her cheek as he kept looking at the book she read above her head. “Well a mare can have her fantasies now can’t she?” “Of course, I got no problem with that…wait…how good does he look in that book?” he asked curiously. “I’ll honestly say…he would, shall we say…wipe the floor with you in your terms when it comes to dashing looks.” She replied. “Darn…that’s like the fourth one right?” “Correct dear.” She winked looking up at him, as he came into her sight lying down next to her on the couch. “Drat, again?” “Oh come now love, you and I both know they aren’t as good as you are in bed at least.” She added giggling. “Weeeell…yeah, heh…I guess that’s true I suppose.” “What? Do you not believe me?” “What? Pfft, no don’t be silly…erm…” he then stopped, which caused Octavia to put down her book and look back at him once again. “You’re kidding right? You’re unsure of your own level of romance?” “Um…what if I said…no?” “Well…then I think you’re due some exercise within that category then sir.” Octavia then placed her bookmark over her current page, and placed it aside on the coffee table. “You’re kidding…right now? But…Octave’s right upstairs?” “We’ve been quiet before.” She fluttered her eyes, as the tip of her snout met his. “Oh…well…for some odd reason, why is it that I feel like somepony’s about to come through the front door?” Maestro then looked down at his gut, knowing a sometimes his gut was actually right. “Sometimes it has been wrong too…” her purple eyes staring off into his, making him lose his focus and simply be mesmerized by the gorgeous color within her irises. “Okay…just a quick one then.” “Of course my Maestro…anything you want.” She then gave him a sultry look, as he could feel her breath go across the lower part of his body. “Uh oh…” he told himself in his mind, as his senses told him somepony was up at the front porch. “Octavia…somepony’s-” the door then flung open. “Surpriiiise!” “…here.” His eyes wide open, as him and Octavia were caught in an awkward situation with each other. He had a partial stiffy as Starlight merely stood there, stone faced and shocked to see the two of them in such a way. “Well then…when I come over to see you for the first time in over a year, I catch you two about to get busy?! Ha ha ha!” Starlight was about to fall over of laughter of such a bad timing, yet so rich of a moment to relish with laughter. “Shhh! Keep it down, Octave’s upstairs practi-” Maestro interrupted a second time “Aunt Starlight!” Octave quickly ran down to greet her at the front door. “cing…” Maestro trailed off. Starlight looked up at her making her way downstairs, and saw that Octavia and Maestro were still getting themselves situated before Octave could see them just around the corner. “Wait! Stop right there Octave!” Octave froze in place and was confused as for why she went ahead and did this. “Uh…what’s going on exactly?” Octave asked, as she froze halfway up the staircase. “Uh…well um…it’s a game. It’s called…” “Please be original Stardust, please be original…” Maestro whispered out to her. “The stand still game?” she shrugged followed by an awkward chuckle. “We’re doomed.” Octavia facehoofed herself. Octave stood there and thought for a moment, and then said something none of the rest of them expected her to say. “Hm…okay then…I’ll wait here I guess, but why?” “Thank Celestia!” Maestro then immediately covered his mouth after he outburst just then. “Huh? Dad? Is that you down there?” He had no clue how to respond, so Octavia acted for him since she was a quicker thinker than he was. “Yes dear, dad is back home, but mommy and daddy are doing something uh…very important right now. So go back upstairs for a few more minutes okay?” Octavia replied. Starlight then got a great idea to stall her, and get her mind on something else instead. “You know what? How about you show me how far you’ve gotten with that…what is it you play again?” “The violin, come on up Starlight I’ll show you!” before she got out of sight, starlight poked her head back at them just around the corner of the staircase where she could still see them. “I got your back, don’t worry. But that does not mean you need to do that kind of stuff where she is literally right upstairs for Celestia’s sake. I mean really, the living room out of all places? The window for ponies to see you is right smack over there, goodness…talk about being desperate.” She rolled her eyes. “Well we need a spark in our relationship somewhere? We haven’t had enough time to ourselves like we’ve wanted?” Maestro shrugged. “Welcome to parenthood Maestro.” Starlight bluntly replied. “Heh…yeah…the P word…dumb word.” He looked off. “Maestro!” Octavia raised her voice. “What?! That doesn’t mean I don’t like being a father, I love being a father! I just don’t like that word, what kind of pony doesn’t want to have a love life?” “Point rather taken.” Octavia replied short and sweet. “Well anyways…just be a bit more cautious and thoughtful of where you do your…uh…happy time I suppose you’d call it.” “Eh he he, yeah…we will.” “Good…now if you’ll excuse me, Aunt Starlight here’s gotta be the crowd for Octave’s performance.” Said Starlight. She then disappeared quick as a flash back upstairs, and into Octave’s bedroom. Maestro and Octavia continued sitting next to each other, total silence filled the air around them. They then looked back at each other almost at the same time, and then looked away from each other once again. “Um…sooo…” he rolled his eyes as he slowly was facing back towards her. “Maybe some other time dear.” Octavia intervened, looking off into another direction. She then grabbed a hold of her novel once again, and got back to where she left off. “Right…” Maestro trailed off whistling. He then saw from the corner of his vision, that she had resumed her reading. So he decided to play along and joke on it. “Ooh I love it when she does that.” “Do you now? Then explain to me why she decided to take him back after he had cheated on her two times already? In addition to how she still managed to have a love for him still deep within her heart for him after a decade of not seeing him for even a second?” she asked him with a smile on the corner of her mouth, waiting for a good response, but she already knew that he hadn’t read even a single page of any of her novels she read. “Um…I’ll have to get back to you on that.” He smiled back with a squee expression on his face, putting one of his hooves under his chin to look like he was thinking. “You’re not really thinking are you?” she said raising and eyebrow, still able to see him from the corner of her eye as she was still focused on the page. “You don’t know that.” Maestro looked off into another direction away from her. “I do…and I win.” Octavia briefly stuck her tongue out at him, then immediately returning to her story thereafter. “Darn…well I’m making a sandwich.” “You do that.” She giggled.