Notes Of Time:
Chapter 28- Preparations:
Octave ran down the stairs crying, and Octavia managed to hear her. This caused her to immediately put everything on simmer, and she was off to the source of her daughter’s crying.
“Octave, what happened sweetie?” Octavia found her crying pretty hard at the bottom of the staircase.
“Dad yelled at me! He…he said bad words to me and stuff!” Octave replied sniffling and crying, trying to keep herself together to be a strong little girl for her mother. She was only a child though, and she failed rather easily due to the fact she was only twelve.
Octavia was shocked; she had never known Maestro would ever do such a thing? Let alone it be his very own daughter? Surely that wasn’t him, it couldn’t be could it?
“W-what? Are you sure you didn’t just-”
Octave then cut in on her, letting her know that she did not misinterpret his speech. “No! He cursed at me!” Octave then went up to hug her mother, wanting to know what Octavia had to say about it.
“Well you just stay down here and I will check up on him.” Octavia replied, as she then made her way up the stairs towards the bedroom he secluded himself within.
“Maestro? Did you really say those things to her? Just who do you think you are?!”
“I didn’t mean to okay?! Do you honestly think I meant it?! It slipped out of my mouth, I swear.” Maestro replied looking away from her thereafter speaking.
“I understand that your mother’s death is awfully painful, and I am terribly sorry still about her departure from this world.” Octavia said softly, but her voiced began to grow more and more intense to him later on. “One thing I will not tolerate, is a father who curses at his own innocent daughter, understand?!” Octavia then light stomped one of her forelegs onto the luxurious wooden floor once in an assertive tone.
Maestro said nothing, and simply nodded, assuring her it wouldn’t happen again.
“I hope so…” she looked away, then back at him. “Because if you do that again to her, she just might even run off next time.” Octavia then lowered her voice back down to her typical calm and collected tone of voice to make sure she didn’t seem too brutish to him. At the same time though he and her both knew it was perfectly fine if it meant venting out frustration towards one another. Getting into arguments they knew were healthy for a relationship, but if it means one pony trying to win the argument, and then it wasn’t healthy. They simply sat down together, and discussed their troubles and issues with each other as collected as they could, then they would come to a conclusion together to solve the problem or issue, which both sides could manage to agree on.
One thing is for certain, what a Stallion needs out of a marriage or relationship more than almost anything else, is respect. They will act and respond better to their partners through their wife giving them the respect they need. What a mare needs or wants more than almost anything is security, or to feel secure. Next down the line of course for a marriage is romance, children’s needs, and so forth after that.
After a little while of talking with Maestro over things, and letting him know everything was taken care of, they both still had one more thing to take care of. It was the more painful thing Maestro had to deal with for his mother, and that was to take care of her funeral arrangements. Would she be buried or cremated? In a casket or urn? Six feet underground or guided into the wind by her ashes, as was a pony tradition…mainly a tradition commonly known among Pegasi though.
It was morning, and Octavia figured she would just drop Octave off at school, and then she would meet Maestro over there at the funeral home to help him out with any funeral preparations. Hours into the business at hoof, and Octave’s school was nearly finished for the day. She still didn’t care for her dad to yell at her and curse at her like that. Slowly though, she maybe came to a consensus with herself that maybe he didn’t really mean to do that?
“Okay then Mr. Maestro sir, all the preparations have been made. We shall take care of everything, and make this as good as it can possibly be for her.” Said the male usher pony, he even had some age added to him as well. He looked to be in his sixties at least judging from their view as Maestro and Octavia began making their way out of the building.
“Oh, one more thing sir!” the usher called out to him as they exited the place.
“Yes?” Maestro turned his head back to him.
“Will you have a eulogy for your mother by chance? Of course it is perfectly fine if you choose not to have one, I understand..”
“No…it’s…it’s just fine, I will be fine with making a eulogy for my mother.”
“Well that certainly sounds splendid of you sir!” the usher smiled. “Why, I bet she is even smiling down at you right as we speak here!”
“Yes sir…of course…good day.” Maestro then nodded once back to him, as him and Octavia began making their way over to Octave’s school to pick her up on their way home.