Chord by Michelle Twistaloo
In musical terms a chord only existed when two notes or more were playing at the same time. That was one of the few, old “boring music” things Vinyl knew.
Theoretically, at least, she had always sort of dealt with it by ear, or by copying the motions of someone until she could do it on her own.
No, in her terms a chord was what had stricken her and Tavi. The sound of their two heart-beats beating as one making a regular old chord, a “tum tum tum tum”, sort of deal.
Not to mention the way their hoofs interlined and the way they snuggled, spent, after a well practiced day.
She briefly reflected on the events that had brought them that close. They had been literally been pushed together, and that was not an euphemism. The big behind of someone pushed her into the back of a posh mare, that had a drink in hand.
Pretty unusual of a position to be in, two legs, but Vinyl was accustomed to it, she had to reach the mixing tables anyway....
That was when the chords aligned, when they looked at one another, and her bright and dark blue mane made a perfect contrast to her red cheeks, and Tavi (at that moment just Octavia), smiled.