Strings by lyra_lover777
Octavia's hoof slowly stroked the golden harp, dissonant sounds emitting from it.
She tweaked something, and she ran her hoof over the strings once again. A low B Minor chord flew from the harp.
"Lyra-" Octavia started, but then just swallowed, wiping a single tear from her cheek.
"Lyra-a."
"Come back."
Suddenly something struck in Octavia's head, and she carefully put the harp in its case before drawing her cello from its own case.
She drew out a collapsible music stand, a pencil, and an empty sheet of staff paper.
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Vinyl slowly took the stage. She scanned the crowd. It was made up of Lyra's friends and family, here to mourn.
She then took the microphone that stood in front of her on a stand.
"This song is dedicated to our dear, passed away friend Lyra Harpicord Heartstrings."
Sniffles and nose blowing could be heard from the crowd as the couple began to play.
Vinyl sang softly while Octy played her cello.
"Lyraaaaaaaa, come home-"