Notes Of Time
Chapter 8- San Palomino:
Several hours later, the train had finally arrived at its destination…San Palomino. The conductor would then let everypony on the train know that they had arrived within the city’s station. Octave and the rest of her family wound up falling asleep together on the seat they all sat in together, but found themselves woke up by the train’s loud whistle.
“Uh…are we th- oh we are here I guess.” Said Maestro, as he was then getting things situated with the conductor for their things to be unloaded off of the train when he got up.
“If only train whistles were different.” Octavia stretched, and then gently shook Octave to wake her up more.
“Come on dear, we’ve finally arrived.” She kissed the top of her daughter’s head.
Octave’s eyes steadily opened, thought despite her excitement for arriving there, she wanted to still take it one step at a time.
“Okay mother…I’ll uh, help out dad with the stuff.”
“That’s awfully sweet of you, well then…of you go. I will deal with checking us into our hotel room, if only I could recall what room Vinyl said she reserved for us?” Octavia said to herself out loud.
“You mean you forgot our room number?!” Octave’s mind then immediately awoken by that bad sounding thing her mother had said just then.
“Relax dear.” Octavia giggled. “I was being sarcastic…but I’m sure that woke you up either way.” She smiled.
“Yeah, it did.”
Octave then made it outside with her dad, along with a few other helpers to swiftly unload the luggage onto a cart, then onto a taxi to their hotel later on. The minutes passed on faster than they anticipated, as the train gave off one final loud blow from its whistle as it departed from the station. By that time, the luggage had been loaded onto the taxi, and they were on their way to the hotel as they had planned.
They arrived at their hotel, and the exact same one Vinyl had asked them to meet her whenever they arrived.
“Do you need any help with those bags?”
“We’ve gotten a lot of that lately…and yes we could use an extra hoof.” Maestro thanked the kind hotel greeter, as Maestro also gestured his daughter to help out if she’d like to.
“Where’s Aunt Scratch, mother?”
“I’m sure she knows we’re here…she is weird like that.” Octavia replied looking up at all of the rooms in the incredible hotel building from where she stood.
“Can I go ahead and go into the hotel mother?”
“Didn’t your father ask for your help just a moment ago? Don’t think you’ll slither out of a little helping young lady.” Said Octavia.
“Darn…well I almost did.” Octave smiled a bit, before making her way back over to Maestro and the other pony to help him with the things.
“Well…I believe that’s all of it, thank you sir.”
“Pfft, nah it’s fine sir, have a good day. Oh, and enjoy your stay at the Hoofton.” The hotel greeter pony then opened up the door for them, as Maestro pushed the cart into the main lobby and setting it next to an empty chair.
“Ahhh, so much better than those train seats.” He sighed as feelings of relaxation coursed throughout his body.
“You’re going to fall asleep again? But mom just made it to the counter to check us into our-”
“Hey y’all! What’s shakin!”
“Aunt Scr-…I mean Vinyl!” Octave ran over to hug her, as she quickly caught site of her come around the corner of an elevator.
“Hey there Octave, what’s up?” Vinyl hugged her back, and then briefly ruffed Octave’s mane a bit.
“Vinyl, how did you know we were here.”
“Oh, not hard really. I just noticed you guys down below at the entrance, so I decided to go ahead and meet you three down here.” Vinyl then turned her head noticing Octavia was still busy dealing with the check-in.
“So it’s been like what, how long exactly? I dunno…I need a bit of refreshing here.” Vinyl chuckled, as she took off her shades with her magic.
“I’ve always loved your eyes Vinyl, why are you pretty and yet you don’t have a special somepony by now? How in Equestria can you be by yourself at your age?”
“Pfft, who needs love when you got the money like me to buy it?” Vinyl laughed with a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
“Um…was that-”
“No, I was joking Octave, when you get a bit older you’ll get a good looking colt someday, just be patient. Heck, I know how you’re certainly different than most of the fillies in Canterlot. Some colts like a bit of a bad girl every now and then ya know what I mean? I know you got it in you since you have a slight tomboy attitude. You just gotta know how to act it when the time is right.” Vinyl stated, knowing maybe what she said might not have been entirely the correct thing to say at her age, but she figured she would have heard it some day in her life.
“Um…okay?”
“It’s fine, no need to understand it now, heh. But I’ve been in a few relationships before, and those guys were nothing but jerks trying to bum off of the money I made from all of my gigs throughout the years.” Said Vinyl.
“Oh wow, really?” Octave wondered.
“You know it! The only kind of special somepony I’d be with is a stallion that’s like Maestro.”
“Hey!” Maestro intervened.
“Relax, I only kid! Hahahahaha!” Vinyl laughed, and Octave ended up laughing along with her since she wanted to be cool like her whenever she was around her.
“Can I ask you something Vinyl?”
“Sure, shoot.”
“Well um…before I was born…did you and dad ever know each other?” asked Octave.
Awkward silence fell in the lobby, luckily they were the only three in the waiting lobby, and her mother fortunately didn’t hear her ask the question.
“Uh well um…no not really, heh.” Vinyl scratched the back of her head, but Octave was still looking at her curiously. Octave was no idiot, and she had a little knack for knowing if somepony was lying or not. It was rather impressive for her age really, and even her family knew they needed to be honest with her whenever she was around them.
“I don’t know if that’s true Vinyl…you liked my dad back then didn’t you?”
“Uh…” Vinyl was then caught speechless, but Maestro luckily intervened and stopped the topic just as he noticed Octavia make her way back to the three of them.
“That’s enough Octave, this is not a topic to be discussing at your age, understood? Maybe when you’re older okay?”
“But dad, you always say that?” Octave whined.
“Octave?”
His daughter then sighed. “Yes father.” As she immediately then dropped the subject when she saw her mother no less come closer into view from the corner of her eye.
“Well I see that you have decided to greet us sooner than I expected.” Said Octavia to Vinyl.
“You bet I did, come on you guys, just follow me up to the top floor. I got us the best rooms in the whole place, they’re for diamond members only heh-heh.” Said Vinyl, as they all got into the elevator together with their luggage and such. Octave continued keeping quiet, but her mind was still curious about whatever went on between Maestro and Vinyl before she was even born. To be honest, both of them were surprised she came up with such an accurate question, almost like she was there when it happened or something…but not there of course.
“Hold it…aren’t these rooms then only available for big business owners then?” Octavia was pretty surprised her friend even managed to pull off such an interesting deal.
“That’s right Octy, and I have my sources to get thing straightened out whenever I know it counts.”
“You’re not breaking the rules are you?” asked Octavia.
“Pfft, hahaha! You’re gold Octy, you know that right?”
“I uh…suppose.” Octavia looked away, and then partially faced Maestro behind her.
“So we’ll get really awesome hotel rooms?”
“Not just awesome hotel rooms Octave…epic hotel rooms! You name it, and it probably has it. We’re talking temperature-controlled memory foam beds, Jacuzzis, whirlpool tubs, all the room service you want, the list goes on.” Vinyl smiled proudly back to her, knowing she had just gotten an award from Octave for even mentioning all of that amazing stuff.
Octave was now giddy with anticipation as soon as they arrived to their rooms. Vinyl’s of course was on the complete other side of the hallway…and for good reasons. Since she knew Octavia didn’t appreciate her wubs late at night. At least Vinyl was willing to keep it down for the family out of good faith for them, since it was there time too, and not just hers.
The very second Maestro had opened up the door with the room’s card, Octave quickly stormed into the amazing room, leaving her speechless. She didn’t know what to say, she was completely and entirely awe struck at all the cool amenities the room had to offer. She darted from the bedroom to the bathroom, but she then wondered why she didn’t see another bed for her to sleep in?
She soon after realizing that, she slammed on her hoof brakes across the carpet and came to a complete stop just in front of her Octavia.
“Um…don’t I have a bed?” she wondered.
“You do…and this is your card.” Maestro smiled, as he gave her, her very own card for her very own hotel room. She nearly lost her mind in the sheer epicness that her mind was receiving at the moment.
“I…get…I get my own room?!” Octave’s voice rose with a slight squeak at the end of her remark.
“Yes you do, and you can thank Vinyl for that. She figured she wanted you to get a full taste of living large like she does sometimes. So she decided to give you your very own hotel room that you can do whatever you want in.” said Maestro, but Octavia of course seemed a bit concerned on a filly her age getting an entire room to herself. She was mainly concerned about her safety of course more than anything.
“Maestro dear…are you sure she’ll be okay by herself?”
“She might as well be, since we don’t have any room for her really.”
“Sure we do, she can sleep in our bed with us.” Octavia replied.
“Oh don’t be so concerned, you have my promise she will be just fine.” Maestro assured her in return.
A few hours later, Maestro and Octavia could plainly hear their daughter go all out in her room. Shouting out of total excitement, for this was the coolest day she might ever have until she was old enough to do this kind of stuff out on her own. She knew she wouldn’t get another hotel room like this ever again in her life, so she made the best out of it…by shouting and laughing all around the room for the next half hour.
Another hour had gone by, and Octave couldn’t be heard at all anymore for the past twenty minutes or so
“She’s awfully quiet…maybe I should go check on her.”
“No-no-no-no she’s just fine, she’s just worn out from all that excitement she had over there. She’s asleep, nothing more.” Maestro replied.
“Well, okay I suppose.” Octavia continuing to read her novel, which was actually the same saucy novel Maestro had joked around with her about.
“Wow, you still reading that thing?”
“I certainly am, and it’s actually quite the well written book.” Octavia smiled a bit, still primarily focused on her book more than anything else.
“Don’t tell me you’re becoming a book nerd.”
“Well excuse you mister, I’d have some manners if I were you, I am your wife after all.” She said stopping herself momentarily to give him ‘the look’. Maestro knew all about ‘the look’, which generally meant he would lose the battle. Mainly he’d lose through her sexy and classy good looks, and funny thing was, she wasn’t even trying to be sexy or anything. Even if she seemed a bit angry or bothered by him, he still found her cool-headed but yet bothered attitude whenever he mildly teased her about her novels to be actually pretty cute.
“You know, I bet we could have a little story of our own.”
“Hmm…that was sort of cheesy sweetie…but later alright? I’m almost to the part of the story I’ve been waiting for.” Octavia replied in a normal tone.
Maestro’s faces showing disappointment, since he enjoyed to start off some romance with her too, and her not being the only one who would be up for it generally. They did enjoy having a love life together, as it seemed to keep their marriage in line, and seem satisfied. They both even knew that, well…getting jiggy with it has been proven to actually be healthy for a marriage in occasional activity. (No joke, this is a scientific fact)
It had struck eleven at night, and Maestro was now ready to go to bed instead of…you know.
“Well I thought you wanted to do a little something together?” Octavia wondered, as she had finally finished her book, then placing it upon her nightstand.
“Meh…too tired now.” He replied, his voice trailing off to a mumble at the end of his reply. He then brought up the covers over his face, leaving nothing but his ears and the top of his head to be seen. Since he didn’t appreciate any kind of light when he slept.
“I bet I know how to keep you away from the Sandpony for a little while longer.” Said Octavia flirting with him. She then put herself just inches away from his ear Her warm breath caressed over his ear making it instinctively twich in an adorable fashion to her.
“No…won’t work on me this time.”
“Oh, but I bet it will this time.” She then began to make sounds of soft moaning into his ear, just to get him aroused and hopefully interested.
“You know you enjoy it, and so do I. Just a quick one at least.”
“Nope.” He replied bluntly and straightforward, showing that he wasn’t going to be tempted this time, he was flat out tired for tonight.
“Well.” She took in a breath. “Okay then, forgive me if I acted like that dear. I know you’re tired, so I will offer my respect to you for that.” Octavia then proceeded to kiss the top of his head, as she brought the covers over herself and snuggled up next to him.
It was totally silent in their bedroom, and Octavia was shocked, knowing Vinyl was a night owl through and through. She always assumed that Vinyl had something to do at night, as she normally commenced her wubs.
A few minutes into the snuggling, and Maestro then spoke up something that Octavia couldn’t help but laugh a little at.
“Okay just a quickie.” He quickly spoke up to her, and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud at his unexpected remark.
“Good night Maestro.” She chuckled. However another minute later, the temptation struck back at her once again, and she couldn’t seem to turn it down herself neither.
“Alright…you’re on top I assume?” she whispered softly, but still giggling here and there at what he said just moments ago.