//------------------------------// // Interlude, The first dream // Story: Love's many directions // by Lunasservant1985 //------------------------------// The music hit me first, its soft and enticing tune felt like whispers of angels in my ears. It started out as a low and subtle call before building and building louder and louder, slowly the world came into focus, I found myself in a room with walls of velvety soft purple and a thick violet carpet, it didn't take me long before I realized just what the shades of violet where a call back too. Before me the night sky outside was filtered through a massive bay-view window, the sky seemed to merge with the ground like a mirror creating a distorted reflection of it, until I realized the room was overlooking the great Equestrian Sea. Looking down at my attire I found myself in a pressed charcoal black tuxedo with slate gray pinstripes running down it. Polished black shoes with a glow like a lens flare on my feet, the whole thing clinging to my skin and felt as soft as silk, which it most likely was. Someone had left a bottle of wine on a table between two lounge sofas, the kind you could lay back on and still have your head and body level enough to eat...or drink some wine from. "Well dear?" What are you waiting for?" Asked a smooth and cool voice from behind me. I turned around and saw her standing there behind me, her half closed eyes in a seductive glance. I hadn't heard her voice beyond the harmonic singing she had done, but it didn't matter when your living a fantasy, didn't it? she had a light purple almost pink dress on with a low cut and a slit cut along her left hind leg, as well as that familiar collar and bow tie from her performance. She had traded her musician's shoes for a pair of sexy white high heels. "Well," I say, "I've been waiting for you my lovely lady." I said holding my hand out for her, playing into her classy and posh personality and offering to take her hoof in my hand, as if she where one of the royal family and not a common musician that played some restaurant in the Canterlot plazas. She placed her hoof in my grip, the feeling oddly soft and quite delicate for what she had been walking around on, I placed a soft peck with my lips on her hoof and she sat back with a content sigh in the velvet purple chair. "Sit down dear, relax with me nothing wrong with that right?" Her voice was like a Bond girl's, soft and cute with a subtle hint of a coo as her equine tongue rolled expertly off her lips. "You sound like Caroline Munro Ms." "Who?" "Oh never-mind," I said with a soft and oddly feminine giggle. That oddness didn't stop me as I sat on my own cushion letting out a relaxed sigh of my own. "As if she saw The Spy who loved me idiot," my own thoughts said inside my head. I shook them off and reached over to the bottle in my hands. "What no cork?" I asked as I undid the screw top of the bottle. "Oh come now, what kind of a mare do you take me for my silly human?" "Kind who likes her setting romantic but also classy and very aristocratic." "Oh dearie there's a lot you don't know about me, after all its just a dream isn't it?" "Well if it IS just a dream, don't wake me, let me enjoy my fantasy." "Hey wait a second, if your just my mind's version of what Octavia Melody is like, how can you know more about her than I do?" I said pouring wine into a glass and clinking the glasses together in a toast with her. "Silly little human, you've got a lot learn about this world, including its dreams." As she said this the image of Octavia was replaced with a mare with big wings, a glowing horn on her head, her coat a deep midnight blue and her mane as ethereal and mystic as if it was woven of the night starry sky itself, and eyes to match. I woke up before my Saturday alarm at five in the morning, my pillow wet with saliva from making out with it in my sleep and my mouth dry from licking it so much.