Hm, this is certainly a very sweet gesture. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Booky. As I’m sure you’ve heard, my name is Octavia, though V did not tell me how handsome of a tome you are. V’s been telling all about her adventures with you and Ipsa.
I must say that, for a book such as yourself, you go on many more quests than I would have ever thought feasible.
It pleases me to know that Ipsa has at least had some company without V being around. I have wondered what it was that kept that stallion so busy during the day.
You know, when I was a filly, I had a diary. Her name was Lady Many Pages. I used to tell her everything I did during the day, having her certainly made enduring Canterlot a great deal easier. She was my very first friend, you know. I still keep her, for inspiration.
So, it is with no sarcasm when I say that I truly appreciate what it is you must do for Ipsa.
I’m aware many of the stories I’ve heard of him seem to have a startling number of truths to them, but I’ve also heard a vast amount of stories about Princess Celestia that turned out to be true as fact and an equal amount that were simply rubbish. It is with pride that I can say that many of the more vile ones I’ve heard, my roommate Vinyl being one of those responsible for the spreading of such stories, are simply and utterly untrue.
Ipsa is a very kind pony at heart, I’m sure. He simply must be if such a filly as V has taken such a strong liking to him. I know he is a very skilled listener, so much so that I must admit I was shocked during our first date.
Miss Cheerilee has educated me on some of his past and I’d like to say something in regards to what was said; a pony’s past shapes them, molds them into the adult they will become, but it is what they do that defines them and colors in those lines.
However, I must make it clear that I will not tolerate undue cruelty or anything resembling the stallion Vinyl has warned me of. I’m more than open to be friends with the Ipsa I know and I would absolutely not mind giving a relationship with him a chance. I’m aware that you, Mr. Booky, would know him better than anypony, so I’m sure your judgment of him is the one to be heard, but please relay to him that.
I must leave for Canterlot by the weekend, Ipsa, so if you would like to perhaps spend some time together in the mean time then please contact me soon.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, Lady Many Pages. She was my first and best friend for the longest time. It was my friendship with her that helped me gain the confidence to seek out a true friend. A friend, I admit, I never expected in Lyra Heartstrings.
Isn’t it funny how the ponies you don’t think you’d ever have anything in common with are the ones that you cannot help but find yourself enamored with?
A colleague of mine, Beauty Brass, went to school with me around the time I met Lyra. She and I seemed like the perfect match. As an aspiring cellist I could only admire her zeal in her musical practices. So, you can imagine how hurt I was when she turned out to be very prudish and, to be quite frank, rude. I thought I had missed my one true chance to make a friend. That was when I met Lyra.
Eccentric, energetic, and very outgoing, Lyra was quite honestly the last pony I could see myself being friends with. Yet, it was she who came to me when I was crying by the school fountain. She and I have remained very close since then, making her current residence her in Ponyville very nice for me. This is a lesson I was destined to learn again when I met Vinyl.
And it is a lesson that I, as previously stated, am quite open to learning again.
It has been a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Booky. I do hope we cross paths again in the future.