Ciroton

Her mind had been wandering all day. That is to say, her mind had been running around the same problem all day, and it was becoming most tiresome. Even her playing was beginning to suffer mildly because of the conundrum eating away at the back of her mind. She hoped none of her ensemble had noticed. Octavia walked down the street at a rather slow clip as she had to balance her instrument upon her back. It was not an easy task, especially when said instrument was roughly the size of her body, but at least it was not as awkward as her friend’s instrument. Before her, stumbling occasionally on the cobblestones was a sky blue mare with a b

Octavia’s head swam through a blur of light that circled her head and her mind. Bright neon contrasted sharply against sparkling marble and glaring gold, but it was the least of the evils assaulting her senses. What really unnerved her and made her want to make a beeline for the door was the unbearable noise! Being a city pony, she was used to the clamor of crowds and the subtle din of chatter, but the current rumble made her ears feel as if they were going to bleed at any second. Machines clanked and rung out with the falling of bits into metal plates and the clinking of glasses and streams of curses below a myriad of loudspeakers, wh

 Silence: a once pristine haven abreast of a sea of chaos and noise had, as of late, taken a far more foreboding and unnerving twist. It had been months since Octavia last had the apartment all to herself for such a stretch of time and what was once a welcome fantasy served only to remind her of her foolish mistake. Yet the silence did not care; it just hung in the air over her head like a vulture circling its dying prey. Once again, her borderline obsession with cleanliness had caused a fiasco that she was responsible for. It was no wonder Vinyl was so upset: she had thrown away a personal possession with reckless disregard for any possibl

 ~*Prologue*~       Light streamed into the room from a crack in the curtains, the grey shades almost white with the glow of the majestic morning sun. Its gentle, gilded touch ran across a polished dresser of oak and the sole framed photograph resting upon it. Four earth ponies stood before a velvet curtain, two mares who wore pink bow ties and two stallions, each beside an instrument. A mare with a black mane stood in the center of the picture with a stoic look on her face, flanked by a brown stallion who wore a polite smile on his. To her right was another mare with a leg wrapped along her shoulder and a large grin on her blue muzzle. In