//------------------------------// // Chapter Eighteen- Off To Bed...Almost // Story: Notes Of Time // by MLPxMaestro //------------------------------// Notes Of Time: Chapter 18- Off to Bed…Almost: After Maestro had arrived back home, and let Octavia know of the bad news, she was by all means tore up about it. Octavia however knew that Maestro was there for her, and that even her own mother and grandmother she knew was looking down at her at that moment. In addition to her mother, before Maestro went off to bed after he got himself a good shower, he had something…extraordinary to tell Octavia regarding Octave’s experience no less. “Are you sure she will be okay by-…oh of course she will Octavia, get yourself together now dear.” She spoke to herself out loud, as her and Maestro were lying there in the bed together to turn in for the night. “Absolutely, she will be just fine Octavia.” Maestro replied, as Octavia laid there snuggled up beside him. “Speaking of that…I…think you might want to hear about something she told me that happened to her.” “Hm? Was is bad?” Octavia asked. “Oh it was anything but bad, in fact…I think you might be pleased to hear about somepony you knew from your past? Say…your mother perhaps?” Maestro replied. Octavia’s eyes then came to life, as she gazed up at him awfully intrigued, but at the same time not understanding where he was going with it. “I’m…not quite sure as of what you could mean by that?” she said in a confused tone. “Well, now you can call me crazy, or call her crazy, but she claimed it happened to her. I must say I have never heard her speak so incredibly about this experience she had than any other time in her life. I assure you that what she said was absolutely true, since she had never known your mother to begin with.” Maestro stated. “Maestro please, can you just please get to the chase now?” Octavia’s curiosity was getting the better of her, and now her mind was a blizzard of questions and thoughts. “Okay…well…Octave has claimed that…when she was in the hospital room by herself…” “Yes?” Octavia added. “She had claimed that she had allegedly…well…met…Melody. You know…the grandmother she never got to meet?” Octavia was awestruck at the accusation from her daughter that was told to Maestro from herself. Was what she was hearing possibly even true by chance? Or were Octavia’s ears merely playing tricks on her by chance? “Maestro?” “Yes sweetie?” “You’re…you’re not lying to me about this are you?” “What?! No I’m serious, you can even ask her yourself tomorrow morning in fact, since me and you are meeting Vinyl there in the hospital lobby before we all head up to visit her together.” Maestro replied. “It’s just…too…too much of a coincidence…” “Huh? What do you mean Octavia?” “I am saying that I have had an experience with my mother as well when I was very young. I was on her bedside when she passed Maestro, I’ll never forget just how much she told she loved me, and how I was her little angel. She seemed to tell me this everyday from what my grandmother told me. I was of course too young to recall much at all at that age, but never shall I forget that unforgettable time when my mother passed away right there in front of me…and I didn’t even know it until just a minute or so after it happened.” Octavia stated with teary eyes, feeling a bit of emotional pain just thinking about it, and recapping those memories. “I know it was rough dear, I cant imagine how I would feel if that happened to me…even today better yet. You have any idea how devastated I’d be? My feelings would be inconceivable to me…I wouldn’t be able to hardly even take that kind of pain, you know me.” Maestro replied. “I know Maestro, and I appreciate you still offer and share some of your emotions and emotional burden with me, as it helps me cope with many of my losses too.” Octavia then trying to cheer up by giving him a soft smile slowly forming across her face, letting him know she would be fine whenever he was there to support her. “But however, back to this experience Octave had…you said it was…my mother?” “Yes it certainly was she said. Octave even claimed that she seemed to be some sort of a guardian angel or something along those lines. She literally carried on about it for a good forty-five minutes or so, talking about how even she looked prettier than even you, which seemed to mean an awful lot. Because you know how pretty Octave thinks you are, so no doubt you definitely got much of your mothers good looks.” Maestro said charmingly. Octavia merely nodded and replied with a “Thank you”, as she was too interested in this alleged experience her very daughter had. “In addition to that…she said that she was wearing this thin white clothing resembling the look of a toga. Octave even talking about Melody’s smile, and that it seemed to be so pure and not even show a slight miniscule of sadness in her. “That’s…that sounds beautiful dear…please continue.” Octavia replied, her eyes starting to tear up from faint good memories of her mother rushing back to her. “Oh, and not to mention, Octave even claimed something that even touched my heart, and I’m not even related to your family in any way.” “Please tell me Maestro, I want to know more.” Octavia asked of him anxiously. “Of course…but…but yes. She even said that Melody couldn’t wait to see you and her whenever the time came.” Maestro added, bringing Octavia to soft tears. “She…she said that to her…she…she said that to me when I had my experience with her too!” Octavia was just blown away by how accurate and just how believable it felt to her. She cried softly into Maestro’s chest not of sadness, but of happiness that she had heard something from her mother through her own daughter for a second time in her lifetime. For it was that same golden message: That she couldn’t wait to finally be with her daughter and granddaughter when that lovely and incomprehensible unifying time would arrive. “Oh Maestro, you don’t know how happy I feel right now that I’m hearing from my mother another time.” “Oh, but I think I do, and it’s written all over your face. I appreciate just how strong of a mare you try to be sometimes, and how I enjoy seeing you so happy to hear such warm and comforting news.” Maestro replied bringing her face up to his at eye level. As their eye remain locked with each other, it caused Octavia to calm down more as time between them passed on with Maestro’s gaze of sympathy seeming to radiate out to her own heart and soul. “Your so sweet dear…thank you so much.” Octavia then kissed him with a smile still on her lips. Another minute or two passed between them, and Octavia then brought the topic back up with him once more. “It’s still so hard to believe, but yet my heart knows that what you she is saying, and that of what you are saying is true.” “Octavia, you should know that me lying to you is not going to get me anywhere in life other than a hole I would be digging for myself.” He replied. “I know, and I appreciate your honesty too, thank you.” She said before bringing the covers more over her and him both. “I would like you to cuddle me instead of you this time.” Said Octavia, as she then turned her body away from him, with her back facing towards him. “Well now, talk about a change of pace.” Maestro replied chuckling a bit. “But of course, because surely you can’t just cuddle up to he cutest mare in Canterlot now can you?” she giggled. “You’re right…I can’t.” Maestro then decided to play along, and play hard to get with her. He then faced the other way like she did, with both of their backs now facing each other. “Oh come here you smarty pants.” Said Octavia giving into him, and turning him back around kissing him once more for the night before their room would go black for the night.