//------------------------------// // Chapter Seventeen- Daddy's Little Angel // Story: Notes Of Time // by MLPxMaestro //------------------------------// Notes Of Time: Chapter 17- Daddy’s Little Angel: Maestro tried closing the door as carefully as he could, but causing Octave to wake up from him not paying attention as he let go of the door when it locked. It then made that sound you would hear in a heavy-duty door lock, as it made off with a distinct click. “Mmm…H-hello?” Octave’s little eyes squinting a bit now as she turned her body back around to the source of the noise. Much to her surprise, it was her father. “Daddy!” she smiled real big, extending her two forelegs out to him wanting a hug. “Hey there gorgeous!” He replied, followed by a big hug and a kiss on the side of one of her ears. “I love you dad.” “You already know my answer.” Maestro replied, followed by a small happy giggle from her. “Where did you get hurt?” he asked a bit concerned. “Um…right…hang on a sec…” she then tried to bring the covers off of the bottom half of herself to show him. “Right…here.” She then pointed to a well-wrapped leg of hers. “Well my goodness…um…” he then figured he would try and cheer her up with a little morale boosting comment from him. “So uh, did you show that Timberwolf who was boss?” “No…it hurt really bad when he bit me. It burns a tiny bit sometimes, but I think I’m fine. My cousin Applejack and I guess who was her brother, brought me here really fast. She’s a really nice pony, I wish you could meet her.” She Octave. “Well I’d be delighted to meet her one day, but today’s not the day.” Maestro replied. “Oh also…guess what dad?!” “What is it?!” he followed along jokingly with the same apparent level of eagerness in her voice. “Octavia’s mom visited me!” she said. “Um…wait…what? I-I’m sorry sweetie…I must have certainly misheard you?” Maestro replied, knowing the sad story behind Octavia’s mother when Octavia told him herself one rainy night they were together. “Yeah, she did! She was even prettier than mom, way prettier than mom actually. She was so nice too; it was like she was never sad. She was happy all the time.” “Um…are you uh, heh…okay Octave? You sure you didn’t eat any bad cafeteria food or anything?” Maestro looked at his daughter like what she was saying was fine, but nothing about it was fine. How or even better yet, why did this happen? He knew Octavia’s mother had died when Octavia was only four years old of a very rare but extremely swift and hard-hitting illness that he doctors had no way of curing. The sickness started out in its early stages as benign, and had no affect in her everyday life. But as life for her progressed, she became sicker and sicker the closer it came. One unfortunate day however, Octavia’s family had all gotten back from a concert, and her mother had been feeling very ill all of a sudden. It was like months and months of illness had seemed to catch up to her all at once. When she died, Octavia didn’t realize it at first of course, and thought that maybe her mother all the sudden fell asleep on her when she was talking to her. But later on as a minute or so had passed, Octavia then began throwing a fit unlike any other, wanting her mom to wake up…but never would that wish be fulfilled. Maestro then realized what Octave was taking about, and he was truly lost for words and speechless. She had met her guardian angel it seemed, her guardian angel was the grandmother she never got to meet after all of these years. “O-Octave?” “Yeah?” “W-what did she look like exactly?” he wondered curiously. “Well, she was wearing a thin white clothing around her body, kind of like a toga, but it was sparkly looking and everything. She even had this little white think line of line or something around her body when she was standing right there beside me. She told me she loved me a lot, and that she couldn’t wait to see me and mom, but she didn’t tell me when that would happen. So I think she just was going to be patient with us when it happened.” Octave stated, and continued rambling about on and on for minutes on end. Maestro was amazed and greatly interested in honestly one of the most incredible stories he had ever heard from anypony in his entire life. He nodded his head in approval every now and then as his daughter looked back at him from time to time when she talked. Surely there was no possible way Octave even managed to make all of this up? If it was however…it was certainly awfully farfetched to be considered a fib, especially from her age. She even managed to describe in detail what her grandmother, Melody, had looked like too. Maestro even remembered what Octavia had told him that one rainy night, and shockingly enough, both descriptions nearly matched up perfectly. “Octave sweetie…” he looked off, before returning his look back to her. “What is it now dad?” “How…did you even…m-meet her? She’s been dead for years?!” he said. “I guess…but I think she was an angel though. I wanna meet another angel someday! If they all are that loving, caring and friendly to everypony, then I wanna meet them all.” That heartwarming thought then made Maestro’s face form a smile over that expression of disbelief. “I can’t believe it…my daughter…my very own daughter…her guardian angel.” Maestro then gazed outside of the window that was behind him on the left side of Octave’s room from her view, and behind the couch. “She got to see…Melody. Oh how much I would have wanted to see her too. I bet she’s as every bit as beautiful as they both say she is…just…wow.” Maestro thought to himself. “Um, dad?” “Yes Octave?” “Mom said I was named after her grandmother right?” “Yes? Why?” he said, as she steadily made his way back to her bedside. “Well…do you think I could meet her too? Is she an angel just like her? Is she really pretty? Octave asked. “To be honest, I don’t have the answers to those questions sweetie, maybe you could find a way to discover that on your own. But I’m sure they’re just as every bit as pretty as you think they are I bet. Why…you’re an angel too, didn’t you know that?” her father replied. “Daaad, that’s a figure of speech like you say.” She replied. “It is yes…but I still mean it.” He then laid a soft kiss on her cheek, and let her know that he loved her. “I love you so much Octave, and that I hope nopony tells you otherwise. If they do, you just tell them they are nothing more than liars.” “I know dad…and I love you too.” Octave then raised herself up on her bed, and hugged her father’s neck as she returned a kiss back on his cheek. “Oh but I don’t think you do…in fact I bet you hate your dad.” He added into the mood. “Come on dad, knock it off!” Octave pushed him away giggling and smiling. Maestro then opened up the door a while later, and looked back at Vinyl sitting in one of the chairs just outside of the room across the hall. “What?” she wondered. He then closed then door behind him, leaving Octave to herself for a short time there. “Vinyl…” he sighed. “I’m sorry if I seemed a bit hostile towards you a little while ago.” “It’s uh, it’s fine…I knew you seemed angry about it, and I figured you had no other way to vent it out, than dishing all of that stuff out on me.I’d have to say one thing though…you’re cute when you’re angry.” Vinyl replied joking around with him. “Vinyl!” “Relax hahaha, I’m kidding like always, you know me. Well I guess she’s doing fine then?” “Yeah she’s uh…doing just fine.” Pausing for a moment there, as he recapped fragments of the incredible experience she had with her grandmother she never knew. “Well um…so you mind if I visit her dude?” “She looks pretty tired now, I think I talked her to sleep.” “yeah, you do that a lot, I’ve even seen that to your wife…man you’re boring.” “Yeah…and you’re ten times worse.” Maestro replied. “Hahahaha! Smooth man…well hey, let’s get word out to Octy, and then we’ll all meet back here tomorrow morning or something?” said Vinyl. “Sounds fine to me. I’m getting…” he then yawned. “Getting a bit tired myself.” “Well hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do…I’ll see ya round tomorrow or something. Heck, maybe you can even meet this Applejack pony yourself, she’s pretty cool I guess. Never met her very much, but she seems good willed.” Vinyl replied. The two of them then decided to take the elevator this time, and definitely call it a night. Vinyl was going to be a up a little longer, but as soon as Maestro got home, he needed to then let Octavia know about the unfortunate news, and then he could head off to bed. However, he knew that Octavia would certainly be interested no doubt in the alleged experience their daughter had, so chance were he wouldn’t be heading off to bed as soon as he would like to.