#twitavia

But the real reason I enjoy fall concert season here in Ponyville? It’s that bow. Octavia’s perfect, wonderful pink bow is like a magnet. It’s the bow on the present I’ve wanted to open for years, since I first took time to look up from my books and sit through a concert and decided that her solos were beautiful for more than their sound. What did Rarity tell me once? “Clothes don’t make a pony sexy, darling. Whether it’s a fabulous dress or just a nice hat, what makes clothes on a pony so attractive is the thought of taking them off.” With luck, I’ll wake up with that bow on my nightstand. Or better yet, I’ll wake up wearing it.

“I’ve really had a splendid time today, Twilight. Thank you! Everypony’s been amazingly friendly and for a small town, Ponyville doesn’t lack for anything, does it? I think I’d like to come back here sometime, just to visit. Or perhaps for more, I suppose. Maybe there’s more for me here than friendly faces and a nice auditorium, hmm?”

It could definitely be the accent. If you’ve ever met Rarity’s parents, you know she’s a small-town filly through and through, and you realize fairly quickly that she’s faking that Canterlot accent. Ocatavia’s, though, is pure Trottingham. It’s that peculiar lilting melody that’s like double-chocolate liqueur for the ears. It’s no mistake that all my friends pull for Manehattan’s hoofball team while I wave my little Trottingham FC pennant. They give me the worst looks when I do that, but I have my reasons - my delicious, marvelous, grey-furred, pink-bowed reasons. I could swim in that accent.

“You probably don’t remember, Twilight, but I saw you plenty of times in Canterlot. Not every pony gets to go the Grand Galloping Gala, of course, but when a pony spends the Gala by Princess Celestia’s side the entire night – well, really, you tend to get noticed. I tried asking about you, but when the Gala want positively loony, I lost track.”

Maybe it’s that mane. Midnight dark, and never so much as a single hair out of place, and oh, I could bury my muzzle in that mane all night. Same goes for that tail, twice over. Somehow they always shine, black like raven wings but iridescent and shining like she shampoos with liquid pearls. Looking into her eyes is like looking into my own. I’ve never wanted a reflection so much. I want to wrap my tail around hers, I want… You know, suddenly, I don’t care what Rarity warned me about - black and grey and purple and pink would look stunning together.

“Our performance today is a matinee, and we’ll be done before sundown. If you don’t mind me asking, Twilight – would you like to grab a bite to eat afterwards, just the two of us? We have three shows here, so we’ll be here for a few days, and I thought, maybe, you know…”

Did I mention how much I love concert season?

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