A Tale of Two Mare: Chapter The Fourth'Two months have gone by, and I'm still barely getting used to all this nonsense,' Octavia thought to herself as she sat at Vinyl's messy foldout table one morning. 'At least I have my cello, but I miss my house. I miss living tidily, alone. And I'm definitely still getting used to having a *gulp* marefriend.'A Tale of Two Mare: Chapter The Fourth by CharmingChaos2012
A crash from the bedroom signaled the other mare's waking. Moments later, the cupboard door slammed, and Vinyl's box of rainbow-colored cereal and a chipped bowl floated over to the table next Octavia's own breakfast. The contrast between the lightly sweetened instant oatmeal Octavia ate each morning and her partner's varying unhealthy breakfast of poptarts and colorful cereal, sometimes even toaster hay browns (seriously, who would even make such an awful thing?) stood out starkly.
The first time Vinyl had made breakfast, Octavia had been pleased. But once she saw the spread on the table, she learned to politely decline such generosity. Vinyl's reaction to Octavia's cooking was
A Tale of Two Mare: Chapter The First"She isn't the type of pony I usually talk to. Uncouth? Yes. Insane? Probably. The kind of mare I would ever be allowed to be seen with? Never.A Tale of Two Mare: Chapter The First by CharmingChaos2012
She's odd, that Vinyl Scratch. Obnoxiously tangled, way-too-bright blue mane and tail, and those sunglasses. She never takes them off! How rude.
Her music isn't even music. Just noise, clashing together in some muddy, rhythmic muck."
Octavia sighed, pulled back to reality by a sudden wrong note from her beautiful cello. That one note always came groaning out in such a nauseatingly sluggish way. Octavia scanned the music for a
good place to restart, a few measures back. Ah. the repeat. Perfect. As the melody began to flow out of her precious instrument again, Octavia let her mind wander back to that awful mare she'd met earlier.
"She isn't right. Not in the head, not in anything. She's all wrong. Octavia thought glumly. I wish I'd never even gone to that bar, in the first place."
It had been a hard day. The pieces Octavia had played had come out