Harmonic Melody

The morning sun rising up into the sky, stirred her out of her slumber, as she stretched out her limbs, rising to all fours. She stiffled a soft yawn, groaning slightly as she rubbed the dust from her eyes. She took note that Dylan was already up and dressed. It surprised her to see how prepared he was. He looked over at her.

“Ah you're awake good. It's time to get you moved over to Becky's place. You'll be staying in the garage for now. But I promise as soon as I talk to the band, we're going to find a nice place for you to rest your head at night.” Dylan explained, rubbing the back of his head, biting his bottom lip. His eyes narrowed nervously, knowing she disliked the thought of being cooped up, but right now this was the best solution for all of them. And he had to keep her safe. There was no way he was going to let this get out of hand. He trusted Rebecca, she'd make sure Octavia was taken care of, so he had a chance to think. Thinking wasn't exactly his strong suit with his C in psychology class, but he'd manage. After all, he couldn't fail. That just wasn't an option.

“Indeed, I am looking forward to seeing what lies beyond this room. Not that your room is bad per say...it's just...” began Octavia, searching for the right word.

“Lame?” questioned Dylan crossing his arms across his chest.

“Not quite the word I was looking for, but it works nonetheless, shall we be off then?” Octavia retorted, noting the backpack he carried over his shoulders, the hat upon his head, and how he had the drum's case strapped to his sides. It was time to leave this place, to venture into this new unknown world. She didn't really know a lot, but if there was one thing she knew, she could trust Dylan to keep her safe, however she felt unsettled about Rebecca keeping her unknown to the rest of the world. However, Octavia would take Dylan's words to heart and not judge her too hastily. Besides, perhaps the young human girl was simply jealous of her. After all she had just suddenly showed up in Dylan's life, and clearly she was Dylan's special some pony, and Octavia knew very well how strong that bond could be if it was tampered with. How strong her bond could be had she realized it was there. She tilted her head to the side, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Perhaps if I hadn't been so much a fool, I wouldn't be in this situation.” she spoke to herself. She felt Dylan's hand atop her head. His smile was so soothing, so comforting, the gleeful naive charm to it. She couldn't help but feel her spirits lifted even slightly as she followed him outside. To the outside world.

The first thing Octavia noticed was the difference in the feel of the temperature. It was quite refreshing, she took a deep sigh of relief. She then noted the odd looking vechicles.

“What are those?” Octavia questioned, lifting her forehoof and pointing to them. She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head, scratching the back of her ear with her hoof. Whatever they were, they were quite odd to say the least.

Dylan turned his attention towards her, and couldn't help chuckling. It was cute how adorably naive she was.

“That's a car, though the actual name is a vehicle, but everyone just calls them cars. We have different types of vehicles though. We have regular cars, trucks, vans, and even motorcycles.” explained Dylan pointing out the different ones to her, and directing her to what looked what he said was a van, and he opened the back door.

“Hop on in. Just stay quiet until Rebecca comes to get you out and take you to the garage. I gotta go to school again. As annoying as that is, I've got to learn all I can so that I can find a way to get you home. But don't fret, I promise I'm not going to give up until I find something.” smiled Dylan as he waited for her to hop in before closing the door behind her.

“Well...I might as well try to get used to this Rebecca or “Becky” as Dylan calls her, but I still don't like her very much.” Octavia sighed, as she heard the sound of an engine starting up, and the next thing she knew, the strange machine was beginning to move forward, and at one point as it took a sharp turn, she found herself hitting the wall with a loud thud. It almost knocked the wind right out of her. She groaned as she reached a forehoof to her head to fix her mane.

“Could this get any worse?” she questioned the ceiling of the strange machine. Luna hadn't comforted her in her dreams. Was it not possible for her to reach this strange place? What if she wasn't even on the same planet. She didn't know a thing about science, but she knew enough about magic, that this just didn't feel right. There was something unsettling about the whole thing. She was really counting on Dylan, because right now, without his help it was looking more and more like she'd be stuck here for a good while, and the less she had to deal with his annoying girlfriend, the better off she'd be.

Rebecca was upfront riding shotgun. Her best friend was driving them to her house, as she didn't have a license yet. But she didn't need it to get rid of a pest. She smirked as they made the sharp turn, and could hear her groaning in the back. Little did she know that they weren't heading to her home. They were heading to a research lab, where she planned to ditch this bitch off for good. She was certain once the world knew about her, she wouldn't be getting anywhere near Dylan. He belonged to her. And even if Dylan want aware of it, she could see the bond starting to form, and best to dim the flames before it spiraled out of control.